InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ RavynSkyes's Drabbles ❯ Who's your Daddy? (Good Grrrlll, Rin) ( Chapter 23 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
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Originally Written For: IYHedonism prompt - AU/AR
Title: Who's your Daddy? (Good Grrrlll, Rin)
Author: Plumespixie
Rating: Adult+
Characters: Sess/Rin (who else is there, for me?) -Mentions Inupapa and Sessmom VERY briefly.
Genre: AU romance and obviously smut. :)
Words: 1000
Summary: He may have adopted her as a child, against his own will, but now he WANTS her, and she wants him as well… He's through denying them both.
Warnings: Rin is 15, so loli…
A/N: If Woody Allen can do it… Set in modern times, Rin is human, Sess is still a demon. We'll just pretend they walk among us like everyone else okay?
Author: Plumespixie
Rating: Adult+
Characters: Sess/Rin (who else is there, for me?) -Mentions Inupapa and Sessmom VERY briefly.
Genre: AU romance and obviously smut. :)
Words: 1000
Summary: He may have adopted her as a child, against his own will, but now he WANTS her, and she wants him as well… He's through denying them both.
Warnings: Rin is 15, so loli…
A/N: If Woody Allen can do it… Set in modern times, Rin is human, Sess is still a demon. We'll just pretend they walk among us like everyone else okay?
The flash of plaid from a private school girl's skirt- his adopted ward's - flew at him - just as he expected it would.
She'd jumped up, just as she had for years now, and wrapped her legs around his rib cage and her arms around his neck.
Just as he always had, he folded his arms in front of himself, each wrist clasping the other, to provide a 'shelf' for her to sit upon. His demon strength meant that she was no burden to him at all… she was, after all, only a small human teenaged girl…
He knew she was too old for this, but… he enjoyed it so much… lately, it was in a way he defiantly shouldn't. He could have ignored the feelings, willed them away if only he couldn't havesmelled that she felt the same way.
She wanted him too…
So why was he denying himself, and her, what they both wanted?
He wasn't.
No longer… He could wait no longer.
There would never be another like her. It was fate; he couldn't escape it if he wanted to, so why bother fighting it anymore?
He'd just asked her to become his secret (for legal reasons), but exclusive, mate, which was why she'd launched herself into his arms in the first place.
Together, he promised, that once she was 18, they could tell the world to 'Fuck off'. She'd always been his, and she always would be; just now in a different way.
If Woody Allen could do it…
He was the equivalent of 19, in human years (although he was almost 750 years old in 'actual time'), and she was 15… 4 physical years difference wasn't that big a gap, he'd finally reasoned. No one would have reason to suspect anything anyway.
They'd lived together since she was eight, when his wealthy, but sadistic, father had saddled him with her as a way to teach him 'responsibility'…
At the time, he'd hated it, and wanted to hate her. This little… human, who had so completely taken over his world.
But, he couldn't hate her… in time he'd actually grown to… care about her.
And now?
Now he wanted her.
Well, his father was dead now, and his mother couldn't give a damn.
She was the only one he'd had in his life consistently all these years, the only one to ever love him, and if she wanted to be with him, and he wanted to be with her, then…
So beit.
As soon as she was in his arms, he did as he had always done, since she was eight… He growled, deep in his chest.
It was a ritual, one of 'their' things…
This time though, for the first time ever, the girl in his arms stiffened.
"Don't…" she whispered.
"Why?" He asked, genuinely confused.
Until he sniffed the air…
Understanding crept in, and his eyes widened, as she hid her face against his neck.
Oh… Of course…The vibration.
He moved his hands to grip her backside, under her skirt, lightly massaging. He felt her breathing speed up, and he could scent the wetness between her legs, at the apex of her thighs. He could all but taste her musky goodness on his tongue.
"Unnn, please, if you don't stop I'm gonna…" her face flushed with shame. She'd never… with another person there to see her…
"Shhh…" He gave her posterior a rough squeeze.
"Was it not just agreed that this is the direction we would like our relationship to take? You wish to mine, correct? I see no reason to delay that. Just relax, and hold onto me."
His words seemed to soothe her, formal though they may be, it was what she expected from him, and, therefore reassuring to her.
He continued his low smooth growl, backing up to sit on his bed, but otherwise maintaining their entagled position. He massaged her firm cheeks and snuck a single digit under the edge of her panties, inside her virgin passage.
Finding her most sensitive spot, he massaged circles there, careful to avoid her barrier.
"Please…" she moaned; then continued in a shamed whisper, "more…"
In one fluid motion, he lay her down on his bed, and lay next to her, never breaking his intimate contact, instead, adding another finger and scissoring lightly on her g-spot.
"So… Good… it feels so gooooooood!"
At her verbal declarations of his skill in bringing her pleasure, he felt his growing erection start to strain his pants. He one handedly undid his belt, and never ceasing his stimulations of the girl, pulled down both his pants and boxer-briefs, sending his arousal springing forth.
Noticing his movements, the girl opened her eyes to look at him. Briefly startled, when her gaze lowered, her eyes widened at the size of him.
He whispered darkly into her ear,
"Do you see what it is that you do to me?"
As soon as the words were out, wetness drenched his hand, as his beautiful girl's hips bucked out of control, she threw her head back; eyes squeezed shut, her mouth open in silent scream.
She came…
HARD.
When her senses started to return, she turned her face to him, but did not meet his eyes as she sweetly whispered,
"Thank you, Chichiue…"
He guided her hand down to wrap around as much of the girth of his cock as possible. He covered her hand in his own and taught her to stroke and squeeze him, in just the manner her preferred.
"That's right, Rin, who's your daddy?" he whispered back… continuing to enjoy the girl's hand on him.
"You, Sesshomaru-sama… only you!" she fervently whispered against his lips, now only a breath away from hers.
He managed to growl a few words just as his control snapped and he covered her slightly parted lips with his own, shooting his seed all over her hand, the bed - even her plaid skirt.
"Good grrrrllll,"
He'd growled out.
"Good girl, Rin."