Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Decoding the Saiyan ❯ Smile ( Chapter 7 )

Disclaimer: I don't own Dragonball Z.

A/N: This entire chapter is pretty much smut. More plot will pick up again in the following chapter, but for now just be aware that this chapter is NC-17. If that makes you uncomfortable, you can read the edited version on my fanfiction(dot)net profile (same username). This is the very first piece of NC-17 citrus that I've ever written, so I'd love to hear your feedback.

The prompt for this chapter was `smile' from the Intimacy Challenge.

Smile

Bulma gasped for breath, holding her right hand over her thudding heart as her face clouded in anger. “Vegeta!” she screeched. “What the FUCK?!”

The Saiyan smirked as he lounged shirtless against the opposite wall, his dark eyes practically glowing with satisfaction. “You should see your face,” he chuckled darkly. “This moment is priceless.”

Heartbeat thumping in her ears, Bulma slumped against the edge of her vanity, glaring at the man across the room. “You fucking jerk!” she hissed. “You scared the shit out of me! What the hell are you doing here anyway?!” She was mortified at the fact that she could have been doing anything, and not realised all the while that Vegeta was there. She was willing to let the rogue Saiyan get away with many things, but violating her privacy was not one of them.

Vegeta's face had darkened somewhat at her question, his expression undecipherable as he stared at her with those midnight eyes. When he didn't reply Bulma straightened herself and stepped forward, lifting her head high and placing her hands firmly on her hips, as she often did when standing up to any of her fighting friends.

“You need to go,” she told him. “I don't want you in my room.”

“Don't you?” he asked, one eyebrow rising in question, and Bulma blinked, wondering if she had heard him correctly.

“Wh… what?”

“You seemed to want me in your bedroom last time I saw you,” he elaborated, pushing himself off the wall. Bulma felt like a deer caught in headlights as he stalked towards her, her mouth going dry as he came closer, stopping well within the bubble of her personal space. They were not touching, but Vegeta stood close enough that Bulma could feel the heat that radiated from his body, and could smell the heady musk that always marked him. She bit her lip and took a nervous step back, only to have her backside hit the edge of her vanity once more. Vegeta smirked at the movement, and Bulma was surprised to see a flash of humour pass through his eyes, though it was only for a moment.

They were equal in height, and it made it hard to avoid his intense gaze. Her eyes flickered from his handsome, brooding face to his body, taking in his perfect musculature, and the scars that threaded across his bronze skin. There was no denying that this man was a fighter; he bore the evidence of a thousand battles with pride, and even now stood before her coated in a sheen of sweat that glinted in the dim light, fresh cuts on his arms marking that he had just come in from training. Bulma's tongue darted out to wet her lips, her thoughts suddenly clouded by the fact that a very masculine man was standing before her in nothing but his training shorts. The thought prompted her eyes to trail lower still, down his washboard abdomen, to rest on the obvious erection that strained against the tight fabric of his spandex shorts.

“Oh,” she exhaled, surprised not only by the sight of Vegeta, but by her own body's reaction to him. Already she could feel an aching need building within her, tendrils of desire running up her spine at the mere possibility of sex with Vegeta. Her eyes rose once more, travelling slowly up his body, to linger on his face that hovered so close to her own. She could see now what she thought she had only imagined before, could see the desire burning in his eyes as he stood there, his warm breath drifting across her face.

She could not help her reaction to him, her lips stretching into a playful grin as she matched his heated gaze. He was the ultimate bad boy, she thought, her heart racing for an entirely different reason than before. He was sin and testosterone and sex all rolled into one, and her body craved him.

His hand reached out, making her jump as he brushed her waist. She allowed him to pull her against him, and let out an involuntary gasp as she felt his hardness press against her abdomen while her breasts, still trapped within the confines of her conservative business shirt, were crushed against his bare chest.

Oh Gods, she thought briefly, her eyes widening in surprise as his other hand slid down the small of her back and over her ass. She felt trapped in his gaze, caught and betrayed by her own body's desires, and still unsure if this was what she really wanted. She pressed one hand flat against his chest, halting his movements, leaving their lips hovering mere millimetres away from one another.

“You disappeared,” she whispered accusingly, searching his eyes.

“I have to train, woman,” he replied, leaning forward to blow into her ear.

“You could have…” she began, but trailed off, losing her train of thought as he bent his head to her neck, his nose and lips brushing the skin there as he inhaled her scent. She whimpered and allowed her head to loll back, shivering as his breath feathered across her exposed skin, yielding to the sensations he was igniting within her. His hands dug into her flesh as his lips brushed her ear once more.

“You want me here,” he whispered darkly. “I can smell it.”

She gave up trying to think or reason with herself the moment his lips brushed hers. She moaned, her eyes closing and her lips parting as their kiss deepened, her hands moving from her sides to run across his bare back, her nails scraping across the rock hard muscles. She pulled herself closer, melting her body against his blazing skin, gasping as their tongues intertwined, as his sharp teeth nipped at her lips. Her hair was tied in a neat bun, but Vegeta still buried one hand in her bound locks, his fingers massaging her scalp as he pulled her head back and nipped at her jaw and neck, sending shivers down her spine as his mouth worked its way down to her collarbone.

His other arm remained locked firmly against her lower back, his hand gripping her ass and grinding her against his hard erection. She whimpered in frustration, wanting nothing more than to wrap her legs around him, but finding herself trapped by her fitted pencil skirt. As if he read her mind, Vegeta's hand fastened on her zipper, his mouth trailing back up her neck as he pulled the small zipper tab down, leaving the skirt to pool around her ankles. Bulma groaned into his mouth as his hands fastened once more on her buttocks, her legs wrapping around his waist automatically as he lifted her, seating her on the vanity top. She hooked her heels into the backs of his thighs, pulling herself tight against him as they continued to kiss and nip at each other, her arms lifting to wrap around his neck while her fingers dug into his thick black hair.

Vegeta's hands smoothed their way over the curve of her hips and up between their bodies, fastening on her breasts. “Ah,” Bulma panted breathlessly between kisses and thrust her hips forward, feeling his thumbs brushing over her nipples, raised and sensitive beneath her shirt and bra. He growled against her neck in response, and she moaned as the sound seemed to rumble through her body, making her gasp and tug on his hair more.

He pulled away from her entirely, and she whimpered at the sudden loss of his touch. Her chest rose and fell in time with her panting breaths, and her eyes held his fiery gaze. She lifted her hands to her hair, pulling free the pins that held it in place, and shook her hair down, grinning at the Saiyan who stood in the vee of her legs. She gasped as Vegeta's hands fastened on the front of her shirt, tearing it open in one fell swoop, her buttons popping off to clatter on the vanity desk and fall to the carpeted floor. In a rush she shrugged out of the torn shirt and threw it to the side, before reaching behind her back to unclasp her bra.

Her bra still hung from her left wrist when Vegeta descended on her breasts, his hands cupping the soft mounds as he licked and nipped at her sensitive skin. She threw her head back and moaned, wrapping her legs around his waist once more in an attempt to satiate the need within her. She heard him chuckle and lowered her gaze, watching as he took one nipple into his mouth, teasing it between his tongue and his teeth as his eyes stared up at her, watching for her reaction. She groaned again and thrust her hips against him, wanting more, needing to satisfy the ache within her.

Vegeta chuckled again, lifting his head to nip at her earlobe. “Impatient, are we?” he whispered in her ear, and she twisted her head, finding his mouth with her own and crushing her lips against his in reply.

“Fuck yes,” she gasped between breaths, moaning into his mouth as he lifted her from the vanity.

She squealed as Vegeta threw her back against her bed effortlessly, her arms and legs flailing as she landed within a cushioned mass of pillows. She laughed, allowing her head to roll back as she enjoyed the rush that came with being so reckless. Here she was, stretched out and half naked, with one of the most powerful beings in the universe at the foot of her bed. The thought alone was enough to make her wet.

She lifted her head, watching through hooded eyes as Vegeta removed his shorts swiftly, his hard erection standing stiff and proud against his stomach as he stepped out of his clothing. She licked her lips in anticipation, her eyes fixated on his body as he stood there looking like a god, his body hard and smooth and rough all at the same time.

“Oh hell,” she groaned as he climbed onto the bed and reached for her stockings, tearing the black fabric, and the panties hidden underneath, clear from her body. The sheer strength of the man, and the fact that he dared to show it, turned her on even more, and she gasped as he grabbed at her knees, pressing her legs wide open and leaving her fully exposed.

“Oh Kami!” she panted as his head bent towards her waist, his lips, brushing lightly over the flat of her stomach, making her shiver. His eyes darted up to watch her reaction as she held his gaze, his tongue darting out to lick at her navel in a way that set her entire body on edge, aching to be touched.

The path of his lips continued lower as his hands brushed at the insides of her thighs. She gasped as his fingers went further, brushing at the sensitive flesh between her legs, hovering at her entrance, and she threw her head back, her chest heaving with each panting breath.

“Please,” she whispered, not quite sure what she was begging for. She wanted him everywhere, above her, inside her, licking at her, and she wanted it all at the same time.

She heard him chuckle, felt the vibrations of his lips, still pressed against her abdomen, and moaned as he slipped two fingers into her, stretching her as they dipped further inside, rubbing against the most sensitive area of her inner walls. At the same moment his tongue found her clit, and she let out a guttural cry, arching her back, her legs shaking as the sensations coursed through her. His fingers pumped in and out of her mercilessly, his tongue and teeth teasing her, building her up, and she dug her fingers into his hair, tugging at him as she thrust her hips in time with his movements. Her breaths came in quick, short gasps, and she groaned, knowing that she was close now.

She cried in frustration as he withdrew completely, chuckling and moving forward until he knelt between her legs, his hands moving to pin her wrists above her head in a way that made her back arch and her breasts jut out towards him. “Not yet,” he said, his head bending towards hers, capturing her lips in a kiss. She moaned into his mouth and lifted her legs, wrapping them around him, feeling finally his erection pressed directly against her heat. He growled against her lips, his hands releasing her arms as he braced himself above her, shifting until the very tip of his shaft nudged against the entrance to her moist centre. She gasped and attempted to thrust against him, but he held her down, one hand pressed firmly against her stomach as he broke their kiss.

“Those pills you take every night,” he growled against her neck, the head of his shaft pressing further into her as his restraint wavered.

“I can't get pregnant!” she gasped, too aroused to think about the fact that he had noticed such a thing.

At her assurance his teeth fastened on her shoulder, and he thrust forward, burying himself inside her in once swift motion. She was vaguely aware of his groans as she screamed, feeling him fill her, stretching her wide as she took in all of him. He paused only for a moment before he pulled back in one long movement, his second thrust forward going even deeper than before, making her squeal. She buried her face against his neck, her nails raking down his broad back as he increased his pace, the long, deep thrusts building her up once more.

“Oh… Vegeta!” she cried, their flesh slapping together as they grunted, her hips lifting in time to meet his every thrust. She kissed his neck, tasting his salty skin, her fingers digging into the flesh of his buttocks as he continued to thrust hard into her.

“Fuck,” he grunted in her ear, his teeth fastening on her earlobe. His hands moved to grab at her legs, lifting them and deepening their connection, making her cry out and dig her hands into his flesh. She smoothed her hands up and down his back, and felt him jerk against her as she brushed over the furry lump where his tail had once been.

“Gah!” he gasped as she brushed over it once more, his thrusts even harder and deeper than before. She twirled her fingers against the fur and he cried out with a snarl, pounding into her, her body slamming against the bed with each hit. His power turned her on, and she revelled in the feel of his body against her, hard and strong as he penetrated her with each deep plunge.

She cried out as her walls clenched around him, her back arching as she climaxed hard. He followed suit only a moment later, his hot seed spilling inside her as he roared, his teeth bared and back arched as he continued to thrust, riding out their orgasms for as long as possible.

She panted in his ear as he lowered himself back on top of her, her lips pressing against his neck. She felt him shift between her legs, beginning to pull out, and she placed one hand on his back to still the movement.

“Stay,” she whispered breathlessly. “Just… for a bit. Stay inside.” She half expected him to ignore her, to get up and leave immediately, but instead she felt him relax against her, his forehead resting against her shoulder as his back rose with each heavy breath.

“I changed my mind,” she whispered in his ear, enjoying his weight on top of her. “You're welcome in my room anytime.”

She could have sworn she saw him smile against her shoulder.