Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Daydream ❯ Daydream ( One-Shot )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
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containing explicit adult material such as sex. If this type of material
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Studio X Presents

DAYDREAM
A Dragonball GT Fanfic

Written by Miyu, Vampire Princess




Son Pan opened the front door to her house. She stared blankly into the
darkened rooms beyond. She had expected them to wait up for her like they
did every night she went out with Trunks. But to her surprise, the living
room was dark. The library her father used to study and write his papers was
quieter than usual, and there was no sound from the TV in her parents'
bedroom.

"I wonder if they're even home," she muttered, stepping through the doorway.

"Aren't you going to invite me in, Panny?"

Pan turned to face her date, Trunks Briefs. Well, she couldn't actually call
their evening together a date. They had only gone to see a movie. And
dinner before that. And dancing AFTER that. All the things they'd done
together a lot lately. Besides, he was fourteen years her senior, and she
was only 17.

That didn't mean she couldn't fantasize a little, though.

"Oh, come in," she said, backing away from the door and walking further into
the darkness of her home.

Trunks stepped inside the doorway, looking around curiously. "Aren't your
parents home?"

Pan shrugged, closing the front door behind him. "I'm not sure. It is after
one a.m., but they usually stay up when they know I'll be out late."

"Maybe they trust you with me," Trunks said, moving up behind Pan as they
walked further into the house. Slowly he wrapped his arms around her
shoulders and squeezed her lightly.

"I'm glad," Pan said, although she wasn't so sure she trusted herself with
him. She had had many fantasies about Trunks, some of them less than
appropriate. And those thoughts played through her mind as they continued to
step through the darkness together.

"You know," Trunks whispered in her ear. "I've been wanting to get you alone
for a very long time."

An involuntary shiver ran down Pan's spine at his words. "Really?" she asked
breathlessly. She could feel Trunks nod his head against hers. "And what do
you want to do now that we're alone?"

Trunks shrugged, wrapping his arms around her tighter. "What do you want to
do?"

Pan stopped walking, slowly easing his hold on her so she could turn around.
Her eyes had adjusted to the darkness and she regarded him with an intense
look. He had worn a pair of khaki pants and a dress shirt for their date
instead of the usual two-piece suit he wore for work. His hair was combed
neatly, resting just above his shoulders.

Her eyes scanned the rest of him before returning to his face. She noticed
that he was regarding her with the same intense look. She grinned. Did that
mean it was okay?

She was about to find out.

The grandfather clock in the living room struck the hour. Pan stepped onto
the staircase, pulling Trunks along behind her. Trunks smiled at her,
allowing her to pull him. In his chuckle she could hear his excitement, his
expectation, and felt her own rising in response.

As they reached the top of the staircase, Pan looked around the darkness
briefly, trying to determine if her parents were indeed home.

Their bedroom door was closed.

With a courage and determination she didn't know existed, Pan turned abruptly
and pulled Trunks to her by his shirtfront. She kissed him deeply, their
lips joining in a fusion of passion, of need. She traced his lips with her
tongue before darting it into his mouth. Their tongues dueled, as their
bodies began to fuse together.

Trunks gasped as Pan pulled him to her, shocked by her forwardness. But he
didn't fight her as her lips met his. He had imagined this moment so many
times. He groaned, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her closer.
Breathless he pulled away from her, her fingertips lightly caressing the
sides of his face.

Their eyes met in the darkness. No words needed to be said. The look of
excitement shining in their eyes was all they needed to know.

Pan took a step back. Trunks followed. All the while their hands begin
caressing, exploring. With each step backward, a button is undone on her
shirt. With each step forward, she unbuttons his shirt. By the time they
reached the door to Pan's room, Trunks was naked from the waist up, his shirt
carelessly into her bedroom. As they entered her room, Pan's shirt was
tossed aside as well.

Grasping his hands behind her back, Pan pulled him further into her room. As
they moved, she wrapped her arms around him again. She had to stand on
tiptoe to press her lips to his in another passionate kiss, which broke in
surprise when she hit the edge of the bed.

An involuntary shudder ran down the length of Trunk's body, head to toe, his
breath escaping his lips on a small sigh. He closed his eyes briefly, taking
in the feeling. Holding on to it and not letting go. His hands caressed her
bare back, feeling for the clasp of her bra. The clasp snapped open easily
under his skilled fingers. One by one he peels the straps from her
shoulders, lightly caressing them down her arms before peeling the cups from
her breasts and tossing the unwanted piece of cloth to the floor.

Pan gasped as the cold air brushed her sensitive skin. His hands felt hot,
burning fire as they slid down her sides and over her waist before making
their journey upward. Slowly they moved, so slowly Pan wanted to cry out.
The feeling of want was rushing over her, through her. She wanted him to
move faster, and she grasped his hands, moving them to rest on her breasts.

Trunks cupped her breasts in his hands, enjoying the feel of the silky skin
against his fingertips. Slowly he kneaded them rolling the nipples between
the rough texture of his fingertips. He watched as Pan bit her lower lip,
groaning in response to his ministrations. Feeling bolder, his tongue
followed his hands, his lips fastening onto her breast. His tongue lashed
out quickly over the nipple.

His name escaped her as I moan. The feel of his lips, his tongue, were so
intense. She wanted to cry out, to say stop, and never stop. Pan made a
sound like a sob as he released her nipple in one long pull so that the
nipple stretched between his teeth. Her hands grasped the sides of his head
as he moved to the other breast, giving it the same loving attention. He
gave one final bite that hurt and looked up at Pan.

Eyes locked, Trunks' hands moved to the top of her jeans. Pan's stomach
knotted, her body electrically charged, as the button was released. He
unzipped her pants and slid them down her hips. He lifted first one leg then
the other, untying her shoes and quickly discarding them along with her
socks. He slid the jeans off the rest of the way, tossing them aside into
the shadows. His hands lightly caressed their way back up to her hips,
admiring the smooth skin and steel hardness of her muscles as he went.
Looping the edge of her panties around his index fingers, he slid them down
quickly, tossing then aside with the jeans.

Pan's fingers lightly caressed the top of Trunks' head as he nuzzled his nose
against her. She felt his hands as they slid between her thighs, attempting
to spread her legs apart. She felt the rough texture of his fingertips along
the inside of her thighs. She groaned as his hands cupped her bottom,
bringing her groin closer to his face. Her body spasmed involuntarily. Her
mind was racing, her breathing becoming shallower. Entwining her fingers
into his hair, she pulled him against her with a jerk.

Trunks needed no further encouragement. He licked the inside of her thigh,
nuzzling his mouth against her skin. The first touch of his tongue between
her legs made her gasp. Her head dropped back, eyes closing. Licking in
long, sure strokes, listening to her moans as they echoed through the
darkness, Trunks found just the right spot and began sucking. Her body
jerked again, her legs turning to semi-solid mush as she came for the first
time that night.

As the spasms subsided, Pan looked down at him briefly to find him staring
back. There was a darkness in his eyes, a hidden desire that spoke volumes
and awakened a deeper desire inside of her. Tugging lightly on his hair, she
encouraged him to continue his ministrations. The sensations were
overwhelming. The feeling was so good it was almost too much. She cried out
again as he pulled her deeper into his mouth. A warmth spread from her
groin, a hot rush of liquid gold that left her vision hazy. Gasping for air,
their eyes met again and she smiled down at him.

"Well, I certainly have no inclination to stop here...." Pan's voice was
breathless with longing, making Trunks shiver again. She pulled him up to
stand before her, their lips meeting in another fusion of passions. Her body
jumped with excitement, as she tasted herself on his lips. She pulled him
with her over toward the bed. Hands caressing his bare shoulders and sliding
down over his well-muscled chest, she none too gently pushed him back onto
the bed. He fell, bouncing on the mattress, and smiling that knowing smile
of his.

Pan crawled onto the bed and up the length of him till they met face to face.
She smiled down at him, leaning down to place a light kiss on his chin. Her
lips slowly made their way down the hard line of his neck to his chest,
paying close attention to his nipples as he did to hers. Her hands caressed
his shoulders and followed her lips downward, massaging a line down his chest
to the belt of his pants. With a deft motion, the buckle came loose and she
slid the entire length of the belt off, throwing it into a corner of the
room. Then she unbuttoned and unzipped the pants, her knuckles grazing the
evidence of his arousal. He lifted his hips, helping her slide his jeans
past his hips, down his legs and onto the floor.

Running her hands along the smooth, hard lines of his legs, the muscles
tensing and relaxing under her touch. She grinned evilly. Warmth flowed up
from him, exciting her. She wasn't sure if it was their connection or their
own Saiyan powers, but she wanted him more. So much more that it seemed
impossible.

She leaned forward again, placing a kiss on his stomach, drinking in his
warmth and strength. Her fingertips lightly traced down his sides to slip
under the edge of his briefs. She looked up, her eyes catching his heated
gaze. Tugging gently, she pulled them down, dragging them off. She gasped
again, taking a good look at the man beneath her. Her eyes danced across his
naked form, watching the moonlight gleam off of his lightly tanned skin. Oh
how this was so much better than she had imagined! Anticipation lit her eyes
as she licked her dry lips quickly.

Edging downwards, lips kissing lightly along his abdomen, she could feel the
tension in his body fade, then return. He twitched as she ran a hand down
the length of him, marveling at the contrast between the softness of the skin
and the rigidity of his member. Her fingers trailed through his thatch hair,
lightly cupping his balls in one hand as her other hand tentatively wrapped
around his member.

Trunks gasped then groaned in response. His hips twitched, twisting under
her touch. He moaned her name over and over. She grinned again, feeling a
daring and passion unlike any other. Out of instinct and need, she lowered
her head again, running her tongue, catlike, along the underside of his
shaft. She was rewarded with another shocked gasp. He opened his mouth to
speak, but could only moan.

Ignoring his weak protests, Pan dipped back down, fingers caressing him as
she took him into her mouth. Totally on instinct now, with no idea of actual
technique or rhythm other than the blood pounding in her veins and the heat
that overwhelmed her, she suckled him, slowly lowering her mouth over him.

Trunks' arched his back off the bed as he groaned and writhed under her
actions. He could feel the pleasure sweep through him like a tidal wave,
untamable and irresistible.

She took him in deeply, fighting back her gag reflex, wanting to consume him
totally. She moves upward slowly, the downward. When she drew back, her
teeth lightly scrapped against the sensitive skin, eliciting another moan
from him, this one lower and more urgent. She could feel his rising climax
in his own actions, swelling dangerously in the raging emotions. She pulled
back quickly, striking out with a cat-like tongue to run along the head of
his erection, enjoying the burning skin. Holding him lightly, she looked up
at him across the length of his body.

The look in his eyes was all the encouragement she needed.

Moving upward, she straddled his hips, catching his lips in a brief kiss.
Grasping him in one hand, she moved downward, enveloping him inside her
slowly. He was almost too large, and she gasped loudly, bracing herself for
the pain.

Fevered and breathless, Trunks grasped her hips and drove his entire length
into her. She cried out his name, screaming it, not caring if her parents
heard or not. The warmth of him inside her and the shock of his sudden
penetration only added to her already overwhelming passion. Their eyes met
as Pan slowly began to ride him. She placed both hands on either side of
him, giving her the support to move more quickly.

Trunks was overwhelmed, arching into the clinging warmth, matching the
developing rhythm. Their breaths were coming out in short gasps. He could
feel her need, her desire, her want rushing through her and into himself.
She forced him into her, hard and fast and deep. He grasped her waist, both
hands spread on her sides, fingers digging into her roughly. He directed her
movements to match his own, driving faster and harder. They were both
gasping, moaning, overloaded by the stimulation of each other.

Very quickly he flipped them around without losing their connection. He
worked in and out once, twice, three times, gently, as if making room. Pan
slid her hands to his buttocks until she could cup them. Then he pushed
himself inside of her. She dug her fingernails into the smooth hardness of
his flesh, moaning his name. She raised her hips to allow him better access.
He thrusted harder, faster, in response.

The orgasm caught her in a burst of white light. For a second she felt
light, weightless. Pan's back arched off the bed. She cried out his name
again, two or three times, before her voice turned into a light whimper. The
pleasure rolled between them, catching Trunks in its grip. His control broke
and he poured himself into her. He cried out her name, throwing his head
back while riding one final wave of pleasure. They both collapsed in a
sweaty heap of limbs.

It was several moments before they could catch their breath. Trunks
carefully slid out of her, moving to one side of the bed. Pan curled up
beside him, one arm thrown over his midsection. His breathing calmed
quickly. He kissed her lightly on the forehead, closing his eyes. After a
moment Pan realized that he had fallen asleep. Lightly caressing the area of
his chest over his heart she whispered into his ear....

"Pan? Pan-chan, wake up."

Pan jumped up, eyes snapping open. She looked around quickly, noting that
she had fallen asleep in the living room while waiting for her date. She ran
a hand through her black hair, looking for the source of the voice. By Kami,
it couldn't be!

Trunks kneeled beside the couch watching as Pan recovered from the shock.
She looked at him oddly, blushing furiously. "Are you okay, Panny?"

"Yes," she nearly screamed. Thoughts from her daydream rushed through her
head, making her face turn redder than before. She looked around again,
taking deep breaths to calm down. Finally she regained her composure,
standing from the couch.

"Yes," she said more calmly. "I'm fine. Why wouldn't I be?"

Trunks shrugged, standing as well. Pan wanted to melt at the sight of him in
a pair of khaki pants and a blue silk dress shirt. "No reason I guess." He
regarded her with a raised eyebrow. "You sure you're okay? It's not like
you to fall asleep."

Pan nodded, smiling. "Well I had to rest up for tonight, didn't I?"

Trunks chuckled. "You'll need all the energy you can muster." He paused,
taking in the breathtaking sight of her in a miniskirt and matching blouse.
He shook his head, amazed that she had agreed to go out on a date with him.
"Are you ready?"

"Just let me grab my purse." Pan reached from her tiny carrying case and
moved quickly towards the door. "Shall we go?"

Trunks smiled, a knowing smile like she had just seen in her daydream. He
offered her his arm, which she accepted gladly. Arm in arm they left the Son
residence for their first date.

And the night was still young.


~~FIN~~