The 200 Words Of Sesshy/Miroku Smut Series
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Adult ++
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InuYasha › Yaoi - Male/Male › Sesshōmaru/Miroku
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
12
Views:
4,514
Reviews:
6
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own InuYasha, nor make money from this story.
What He Had Dreamed Of For So Long
Disclaimer: I don't own them, and never have claimed to own them. They belong to Rumiko Takahashi. A/N: This is short 'cos I chose to make it short, my objective was to write smut with 200 words. And thank's for kelly for putting ideas in my head.
edit: It turned into a series, darn it!!
A grunt.
Followed by a deep, content, sigh.
The sound of thrusting, followed by a high-pitched yelp.
”Don't move”, the voice was harsh, cold, emotionless.
The one at the receiving end of the thrusts halted and held his body motionless, afraid to even breathe. Now that he was getting what he had dreamed of for so long he wasn't actually that thrilled, more terified and scared for his life. For he was pinned under the silverhaired beauty of his heated fantasies, and thearrogant bastard was as emotionless as ever.
It was hard not to move, he needed friction, needed to move, badly.
But soon the other began ot move, drawing moans and pants from the ravenhaired man below him. He reamined still as he was told, but he did not need move because he was handled expertly. That sweet spot inside him was hit repatedly, drawing incoherent moans from his throat.
A few deep thrusts later he came screaming, feeling his insides filled with the same sticky substance that now covered both of their bellies. Then he flinched. For he had moved. Resigned to his faith, he waited for the blow to come.
It didn't.
He was kissed instead.
edit: It turned into a series, darn it!!
A grunt.
Followed by a deep, content, sigh.
The sound of thrusting, followed by a high-pitched yelp.
”Don't move”, the voice was harsh, cold, emotionless.
The one at the receiving end of the thrusts halted and held his body motionless, afraid to even breathe. Now that he was getting what he had dreamed of for so long he wasn't actually that thrilled, more terified and scared for his life. For he was pinned under the silverhaired beauty of his heated fantasies, and thearrogant bastard was as emotionless as ever.
It was hard not to move, he needed friction, needed to move, badly.
But soon the other began ot move, drawing moans and pants from the ravenhaired man below him. He reamined still as he was told, but he did not need move because he was handled expertly. That sweet spot inside him was hit repatedly, drawing incoherent moans from his throat.
A few deep thrusts later he came screaming, feeling his insides filled with the same sticky substance that now covered both of their bellies. Then he flinched. For he had moved. Resigned to his faith, he waited for the blow to come.
It didn't.
He was kissed instead.