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sneaking sex meme

SNEAKING SEX MEME

You and someone are determined to get it on. True, there is a time and place for everything but it's grown hard to ignore your urges. So, sex happens! But, you gotta be sneaky about it.

• Roll RNG or pick a number below.
• Try not to get caught.

01 / PARTY. You may be drunk and met a total stranger. Or maybe your significant other is urging you to have some quickies in the bathroom. The booming music could be a good cover to hide your moans.
02 / WORK. Office building? You're horny and you need to get it out of your system if you plan at being a productive member of society.
03 / OBLIGATORY INCEST OPTION. This taboo is more along the lines of sneaking all the time, not just at an event.
04 / SHOPPING. There aren't cameras in changing stalls, are there?
05 / MOVIE THEATRE. The popcorn trick doesn't work all the time.
06 / SCHOOL. Having an affair with a teacher or wanting to have sex on campus? Better be extra careful.

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"You're my woman and yet I've hardly seen you, much less touched you, in over two weeks! That may be how Kakarot's shrew keeps him in line, but it's unacceptable here!

I'll have what's rightfully mine, even if I have to take it by force."

He attempts to grab her by the arm and pull her in close to his body so that he can feel her curves against him like he's found himself longing for more and more as the days passed.

"I am not yours." She huffs, though she allows him to draw her up and against him anyway. After all, it wasn't very often that Vegeta really showed how much he wanted her, except when he was, of course, waiting for her after she had finished her work. To be honest, she hadn't even thought about it until he'd mentioned it, leaning in against him agreeably.

"I didn't even realize until you mentioned it, Vegeta..." A hum, considering, as she lays her hand on his chest. "But you didn't have to come down like that, you know."

"Oh yes you are! You're mine and I challenge anyone to claim otherwise."

Hmmm, this was a bit more like it. He was still angry, but Bulma was ironically one of the few beings who could either get him to calm down...or send him into a rage with the same ease. Thankfully, the touch of her hand against his chest was managing the former this time.

"Last time I said something, you went off about some important project. Well, this time, I'll not be brushed aside."

"Just because I married you doesn't mean that you own me, Vegeta." Bulma rolls her eyes while knowing, at the same time, that Vegeta was the only man she'd ever known and 'dated' that had ever so thoroughly possessed her, owned her in a way, and yet at the same time left her feeling so thoroughly free and the same as before.

"Well that doesn't mean you have to come down and order everyone away. You could've just called down and ask me to come up." She suggested it even if she knew that just wasn't Vegeta's 'style' - leaning in to him, still wearing her usual tight dress under her lab coat.

"But really, the lab here? Aren't there more comfortable places?"

"While it probably would have been more fitting to 'summon' you that way, I wanted to take you in the middle of whatever had taken you away. To prove which was more important."

Because everything had to be like a battle in his mind. And he was determined to win every battle. With his one arm still holding her close, the other hand had slipped under her lab coat to stroke along the her hips, down over her thighs to the hem of her dress. Caressing the bare skin, his hand started up again, taking the dress with it.

"I doubt these circuit boards and robot skeletons are going to care whether you have me here or in the bedroom, Vegeta.." She give him a bit of a look for that, knowing that everything had to be a competition, but finding it a bit silly in this context. Bulma played along when he found it necessary out in public, when she managed to wrangle him in to being her bag horse for shopping, or when it came down to showing Yamcha just who, exactly, had been the one to tie her down in human terms.

She doesn't complain, though, as he pulls up her dress, as always prepared in lacy underwear just in case. She liked to be appealing, even in these surprise experiences.

Bulma smirks before speaking, this time, arching her back just so. "You're so needy, you know that? Fourteen days and you're ready to undress me in a research and development lab..."

"No, but I'm sure your workers are out gossiping about it right now. Perhaps a few of the exceptionally brave or stupid ones are outside right now."

That was probably Vegeta's ulterior motive for coming to the lab rather than calling her. She knew he wasn't lacking in pride and, if he took pride in anything, he liked to show it off. He was that way with power and he was that way with Bulma. He knew other men found her attractive, and it made him want her all the more.

As his fingers graze across the lacy material of her panties, he gives a smirk.

"It wasn't a saiyan who said you could have too much of a good thing."

Of course. Bulma rolls her eyes, at that, trying to pretend that it isn't a turn on that other people know what they're up to, probably, right now. It's a definite thing they share, the fact that knowing people might hear them, might know, is a turn on in itself. Other than, of course, the hard body pressed against hers. "I doubt anyone is hanging around outside after you about scared the life out of them."

"Save me the lecture about humans, Vegeta, and get my panties off." There, fine, she'd give away how much she wanted it like he did, if only this once.

"And don't rip them, this time."

Nice save, Bulma because his grip on them were tightening just as she told him not to rip them.

"Fine," he growls before lifting her up with ease and setting her on the edge of one of the lab tables then sliding her panties down her long legs, tossing them back over his shoulder. Lifting and parting her legs, he leans down presses his tongue into her before sliding it up to drag across her clit. Because subtlety didn't exist in the saiyan dictionary.

"Thank you." How many times she'd thought to herself she was lucky that she had enough money to replace every pair he'd shredded in his eagerness would probably number in the thousands, by now. But at least that pair had been saved, as she attempts to track where they land to make the clean up less strenuous. She already had some idea that she wouldn't be back to work, today, but there was no need to tell Vegeta that just yet.

Apparently she hadn't quite expected him to be quite so eager, gasping as his tongue takes a very direct route, biting her lip and moaning. Whatever libido she'd forgotten about over the past two weeks were suddenly flooding back full force, and she didn't bother to hold back the next whimper of his name, either.

"Vegeta.."

He looked up at her, she not able to see the pleased smirk on his face though she surely knew it was there. She was such a proud woman, yet he alone was able to see her like this. To draw out sounds from her that no other male could do, or would do. Because she was his forever.

He continued to lap at her with his tongue slowly and purposely while stroking her thighs with his strong hands.

He made it so hard to stay quiet, like that, biting her bottom lip almost enough to draw blood before switching to the other side, and then continuing. One hand reaches down to take a healthy handful of his hair in her fingers, gripping and giving a little tug to urge him on, knowing that soon enough he'd have her so unwound she wouldn't care about her volume, much less about anyone left outside.

If she wasn't so pleased with him knowing every little way to reduce her to this, she might be a little irked.

"Don't tease us both, Vegeta - "

"I've reminded you of what you've been missing, have I? Perhaps you should convince me that you've learned your lesson."

And yet, he could still be a royal pain in the ass when he got in the right mood. Now though, it was more a test of wills. Would she relent and say what he wants to hear? Or would she tell him off and both of them hold in a stalemate until one of them snaps?

"Do you forget that I can just as easily do what you can to myself? Or make a robot to?" It seemed Bulma hadn't lost enough pride in her self-imposed dry spell to get on her knees right then and there and make a case for herself. After all, they were in research and development - it wouldn't be too hard to make a bit of technology that could replicate Vegeta in most ways, even if it wasn't exactly perfect, just in case.

... That and it might drive him a little insane to think about that.

"Do you forget that I can blast every bit of technology this planet has back a thousand years? No robot you could make could make you feel like I could." He's quite confident in his abilities to please his woman and it clearly shows as he gives her a challenging glare.

"And any attempts would be blown to bits." Cause his 'no touching my woman' policy extends to robots.

"Don't get too cocky, Vegeta." Despite the fact that she knew he was telling the truth, she couldn't allow him to know that, or tell him too readily that he was the only one who'd ever managed to completely sate her in her life. But she couldn't possibly stroke his ego anymore - it might implode. "Though, you know, if you blew up everything you wouldn't have a gravity chamber, either..."

Telling him not to get too cocky was akin to telling him not to breathe too deeply. It just came so naturally easily. Leaning in closer to her, he was still between her legs with her skirt bunched about her waist. He was in a tight muscle shirt and shorts, both slightly shredded from the insane training regimen he put himself through.

"Maybe I should just force you to submit. You know how long and relentless my assaults can be."

"I'd like to see you force me in to anything, Vegeta." Power play, when they managed it without it turning in to a fight, only made this all the better. She was relatively assured that since Vegeta had sought her out like this they would, without a doubt, eventually end up exactly as planned. But more foreplay made it all the better, right?

"Well since you asked so nicely," he growled before moving into position between her legs, pushing down his shorts just enough that he was freed to enter her which he does. Quickly and forcefully.

"Vegeta!" Bulma groans at that quick entrance, nails digging in to his arms for a moment. If that didn't tell her how ready he'd been for her when she arrived she'd have to be dense, but she'll lean in in an attempt to kiss him anyway, shifting slightly on the table to make herself a little more comfortable.

"You'd been thinking about this, huh?"

"Two...whole...weeks," he groans as he shifts along with her, getting into a more suitable position atop the lab counter before he starts rocking back and forth against her.

"Next time, you won't get that long."

"Since when have you.. ever waited so long to demand something, anyway?" Bulma mewls, softly, at his rocking, rapidly forgetting about her deadlines or the fact that there was no way no one would know that they were having sex in here after they were done here. Her hands travel over his chest and abdomen, when and where she can, leaning in to bite and suck at Vegeta's neck, well aware by now that she didn't have to be human levels of gentle, with Vegeta, and occasionally letting herself be a little rougher than others.

When she knows that her man can withstand attacks that would literally destroy a planet, rough play in the bedroom almost loses its meaning. Almost. It can still be quite therapeutic to be able to cut loose without fear of hurting someone. For his part, Vegeta loves the feeling of her hands on him, her nails digging into his shoulders and back as he continues to move against her.

"Next time, I won't wait to tell your peons to leave first!"

"Don't." She growls, then, gripping his skin and moving with him, making sure that she was going to get the best experience out of this, too, despite the fact that she wouldn't have chosen this place in particular to have Vegeta again for the first time in two weeks.

"You get enough long glances, I'm not going to take anyone seeing your ass outside of those pants, Vegeta."

"Oh? Getting territorial now, are we? Guess you'll have to make sure I haven't any reason to stray."

Not that he really had any complaints. Vegeta was surprisingly content married, not that he was much for indulging in women like others of his kind had been. Still, he liked the idea of Bulma being possessive of him. It proved that she desired him, and vice versa.

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