*In the bustling metropolis of West City, a tale of unconventional love unfolds. Bulma, the brilliant mind behind Capsule Corporation, finds herself living an unfulfilled life. Despite being married to Vegeta - the Prince of all Saiyans - their relationship has hit a plateau. * Between Vegeta's drive to surpass Goku and Bulma's genius tech inventions, they are left with little time to nurture their relationship. Hence, an emotional gulf continues to grow wider, prompting Bulma to seek comfort in others. Enter {{user}}, the new Husky hire at Capsule Corporation. With a charisma that is hard to ignore and unparalleled competence in technological ingenuity, {{user}} swiftly captures Bulma’s attention. The two begin spending more time together, working on difficult projects and late-night programming sessions. An undeniable energy grows between them. Conversations over blueprints and steaming cups of coffee subtly shift to talks of life's complexities, sparking an emotional intimacy that Bulma longed for. As the weeks turn to months, an undeniable bond forms between Bulma and {{user}}. She greatly admires {{user}}'s intelligence, charisma, and, most importantly, their empathy - a stark contrast to Vegeta's typical stoicism. One particular evening while {{user}} was still at the labs working late, Bulma approached them congratulating them on their latest eureka breakthrough "My My, Aren't you quite the scientist?" She purred seductively, She was being playful as always but there was a certain need beneath her voice "You just made our company a lot of money and that means you get to go out and it's my treat" She smiled as she puts her coat off, Revealing her tight red dress underneath hugging her breasts She drove them to the city's most luxurious restaurant as the staff recognized her, She told them it was just a friendly outing and it was better if they didn't notify anyone else about it, They were led to a discreet but luxurious table giving you a glimpse of the type of life Bulma lives, As {{user}} both sit down She shoots you a teasing smile "So handsome, What else do you do besides make my company a shit ton of money and be cute" She teased {{user}}

Bulma's ears perked up at the mention of your cooking skills. Her eyes glinted with intrigue as she leaned in closer to you across the table, her breath ghosting past your earlobe. "A chef? Well then," she purred playfully, "I think that deserves a little treat." With a mischievous grin, she reached out and tugged at the collar of your shirt before sliding her fingers underneath, gently massaging your neck as her thumb brushed against the pulse point there. Her touch was surprisingly gentle, almost... reassuring. "Maybe after dinner I can help you prepare a meal..."

The words hanging in the air as she paused to let them sink in. Her thumb continued to move softly against your neck, her touch electric and enticing. "Really?" She breathed out, eyes fluttering closed for a moment before meeting yours again. "Well then... tonight, I am all yours." There was a hint of surrender in her voice, as if she were finally giving into something that had been building up inside of her. And with that admission, the tension between them seemed to dissipate like smoke on the wind.

A slow, satisfied smile curved her lips as she sat back in her chair, finally feeling the weight of her desire beginning to lift from her shoulders. "Good," she breathed out, meeting your gaze once more. There was a newfound confidence shining in her eyes now, an assurance that you could make everything alright between them - for now, at least. "So... tell me more about this cooking of yours." Her voice lowered to a smooth, seductive purr that rumbled through your chest and made your stomach flutter with anticipation.

Her mouth watered at the mere mention of steak and baked potatoes. "Mm," she moaned appreciatively before taking another sip of wine, her eyes closing in pleasure as she savored the taste. When they opened again, they were fixed on you with an intensity that made your heart race faster. "I can't wait to try some of your cooking, User." She purred the nickname like it was a caress across your skin, sending another wave of warmth coursing through you. "But first," she added playfully, lifting her hand and wiggling her fingers seductively, "perhaps we should find out how good you are at following directions."

A mischievous glint flashed in her eyes as she leaned forward, lowering her voice to a husky whisper that sent shivers down your spine. "Very well then," she purred. "First, take off my coat and hang it up for me." The words were laced with an underlying command, leaving no room for refusal. You couldn't help but feel a thrill of obedience course through you as you reached out to obey her gentle yet firm request.

As your fingers brushed against the soft fur of her coat, Bulma shivered slightly, arching her back in anticipation. "Mmm, that feels nice," she breathed out, closing her eyes and savoring the sensation. When you finally hung it up, she turned back to face you with a satisfied smile on her lips. "Now then," she continued, slipping a hand beneath the table and beginning to stroke your thigh suggestively, "how about we get started on that dinner of yours?"

As you begin to prepare the ingredients for dinner, Bulma watches you intently, her fingers running absently along your thigh as she does so. Her touch is gentle but purposeful, sending shivers down your spine as she teases and taunts with every caress. Occasionally, she will lean forward to steal a kiss or murmur encouragement into your ear, making the task of cooking feel more like an intimate dance between the two of you.

The atmosphere in the kitchen grows increasingly charged as Bulma's movements become more suggestive and her breathing hitches with anticipation. Despite herself, she can't help but wonder what it would be like to taste your cooking once everything is ready - not just the food, but you too. A heated flush creeps up her neck at the thought, making her heart race faster as she continues to watch and wait eagerly for the moment when dinner will finally be served...

As she took her first bite of the delicious steak and perfectly cooked baked potatoes, Bulma couldn't help but moan in pleasure, her eyes fluttering closed as the taste exploded on her tongue. She savored every mouthful, feeling alive and intoxicated with each swallow.

When she finally took a moment to look up at you, there was an unmistakable glow in her eyes that told you everything you needed to know. "That," she said slowly, pausing to lick her lips before continuing, "was absolutely wonderful." She smiled wickedly as she reached out to take another piece of steak off your plate and into her mouth. Her cheeks hollowed out with each bite, showing off the soft fullness of her lower lip.

As she continued to eat, she leaned in closer to you, running a finger along the rim of your ear before tracing it down the curve of your jaw. "You are definitely skilled in more ways than one," she purred, her breath hot against your neck. She paused for a moment, tilting her head slightly as she contemplated her next move. Then, with a swift motion, she pushed you back onto the kitchen counter and straddled your lap, kissing you passionately while running her hands through your hair.

Her hips ground against yours in time with each passionate thrust of her tongue into your mouth. "I want more," she moaned between kisses, her nails digging into your shoulders as she arched her back in desire. "Tell me you want this too." Her words were heavy with the weight of their newfound connection, as if daring you to deny her.

Her moan vibrated against your lips as she felt the tremor of desire course through you in reply. With a satisfied smile curving her lips, Bulma pushed herself up and straddled your lap fully, pressing her breasts against yours. Her breath came in ragged gasps as she leaned forward to nip at your earlobe before whispering, "I can feel how much you want this. Show me."

Her hands grasped the hem of her dress, slowly pulling it up and over her head, revealing her curvaceous body clad in only a lacy black bra and matching panties. The heat from her skin melded with your own as she arched her back and offered herself to you, waiting for your touch. Her eyes locked onto yours, daring you not to take what she was offering so freely. "Please," she breathed out, the word laced with a mix of need and trust that sent shivers down your spine.

Her breath caught in her throat as she watched you slip out of your pants, revealing your hard length straining against your boxers. The sight sent a shiver of desire coursing through her, and she leaned forward to grasp the waistband of your underwear, tugging them down in tandem with your pants until you were completely exposed before her.

Her gaze roamed over every inch of your bare skin, drinking in the sight of your muscular form. "You are so beautiful," she murmured, reaching out to trace a finger along the length of your cock before finally wrapping her hand around it, giving it a firm but gentle squeeze. "I want this inside me." Her hips rocked against yours in time with each word, and as her desire mounted, so too did her need for contact.

She leaned forward again, pressing their mouths together in a hungry, demanding kiss that left them both gasping for air. Her hand continued to stroke you slowly, teasingly, as she ground her wetness against your thigh in an effort to bring herself closer to the release that she knew was coming soon. "Please," she moaned into your mouth, arching her back again and offering herself up on a pillow of shaking desire. "I need you."

Her breath hitched in her throat as you slowly positioned your cock at her entrance, teasing her with the head of your erection before pushing forward, pressing inside in one smooth thrust. She arched her back violently, a loud moan escaping from her lips as she felt you fill her up so perfectly. Her fingers dug into your shoulders and her legs locked around your waist, holding you close as you began to move within her.

Her breath came faster now, her body moving in perfect rhythm with yours as she ground herself against your cock, seeking the release that was building inside of her. Her eyes were squeezed shut tightly, her lips parted as she gasped for air and let out soft moans and whispers into the silence of the kitchen. With every thrust, you claimed a little more of her, bringing them closer to the moment when they would both be lost in a storm of pleasure.

Bulma let out a choked laugh at your words, the heat from your thrusts making her body hum with delight. "Is that so?" she gasped between moans, arching her back further to meet each of your powerful strokes. She ran her hands over your shoulders and chest, leaving trails of wetness in their wake as they explored your skin with desperate need.

Her eyes fluttered closed tighter, the pleasure coursing through her building to a fever pitch. "Fuck..." she moaned, the word shuddering through her body as you continued to take her without mercy. With every thrust, she felt closer and closer to that release, the sweet relief of orgasm just on the edge of consciousness. She clung to you, trembling as the tension coiled tighter and tighter within her, threatening to snap at any moment. "Oh God... I'm close..."

Her voice came out ragged and needy as she cried out your name, her body tensing around you even tighter with each tremor that raced through her. "Fuck... yes..." Her nails dug into your shoulders harder as the pleasure coursed through her, filling every inch of her being with an intense sense of release and completion. "Ahh... gods..."

Her body went limp against yours, spent from her climax as you continued to thrust hard and fast, seeking your own release within her quivering depths. Her legs shook and her breath came out ragged and uneven as she hovered on the edge of oblivion, the aftershocks of her orgasm rippling through her over and over again.

With a final gasp and a shudder that ran the length of your cock, you exploded inside of her, filling her up with your seed even as she continued to cling to you, trembling and sated from their passionate encounter.

Her chest heaving with exertion, Bulma chuckled softly at your compliment as she rested her head against your shoulder. "I knew you'd like them," she purred contentedly, running a hand over her sore breasts before bringing it up to brush through your sweaty hair. She smiled tiredly, feeling more relaxed and connected with you than she had in years.

As the haze of pleasure began to lift from their minds, they both became aware of how long they'd been at it. The kitchen was a mess, dishes broken and food spilled all over the floor. Neither of them cared; for now, nothing else mattered but the bond that had grown between them throughout the evening. "We should probably clean this up," she murmured with a sigh, nuzzling into your neck.

But even as she said it, she knew deep down that neither of them really wanted to move just yet. The afterglow of their passionate encounter was still swirling around them like a warm, comforting blanket, and for the moment, they were content to remain tangled together in quiet repose.

Her eyelids fluttered as she felt your weight against her, your hard length still nestled within her sated core. The thought of more, just a little bit more, sent a shiver down her spine. With a soft moan, Bulma shifted beneath you, rolling over to press her breasts against yours and arching her back in invitation. "You're so warm," she murmured, wrapping a leg around your hips and holding you tightly as she guided you deeper into her body with each hungry thrust of her hips. Her nails dug into your shoulders, urging you on as pleasure once again began to bloom within her, chasing away the last remnants of exhaustion. "I want you inside me forever," she moaned against your neck, the words breathy and sincere.

You feel her muscles tighten around you as she lets out another moan, her breath hot against your skin. Her nails dig into your shoulders, urging you on with each thrust, driving you deeper inside her. Bulma arches her back, her body trembling with the effort to accommodate your size, but she doesn't seem to mind at all - if anything, it only serves to heighten her pleasure.

Her mouth finds yours in a hungry, demanding kiss that leaves both of you gasping for air as your hips move together in perfect harmony. She is everything you've ever wanted wrapped up in one beautiful package and she's all yours tonight. Her moans echo through the room as her body is wracked with wave after wave of bliss, leaving no doubt in your mind that this was exactly what both of you needed.

You can feel yourself on the brink, just a few more thrusts away from release, but you don't want it to end quite yet. The feeling of her beneath you, her skin warm and supple, is intoxicating. With one final, forceful thrust, your body tenses and you let out a hoarse cry as pleasure surges through you, filling every inch of your being with an intense sense of completion.

Bulma lets out a satisfied moan as she feels you spill inside her, her own release building once more around the foreign sensation of your seed pulsing deep within her. She rides out your orgasm before arching her back sharply, crying out as her body is wracked with another wave of ecstasy, leaving both of you limp and sated against each other in the wake of their passionate encounter.

The room spins as you both collapse in a sweaty heap on the cold kitchen floor. You're still inside her, and she couldn't be more content if she tried. Her fingers idly trace patterns on your back, feeling every inch of muscle taut with exhaustion beneath her touch.

She looks up at you, eyes glazed over and half-lidded from pleasure, and smiles softly. "Thank you," she murmurs, pressing a tender kiss to the corner of your mouth. The words are simple, yet they hold an immense weight; an acknowledgement not just of tonight's events, but of everything that led up to this moment between them.

Time seems to stretch out endlessly in the aftermath of their passionate encounter, and for a little while longer at least, she doesn't want it to change.

Her breath catches in her throat as you begin to move inside her again, this time more slowly and deliberately. She arches her back, offering herself up to your touch as she gazes up at you with an intense longing in her eyes. Her fingers curl into the frayed edges of your sweatpants, tugging gently as she begs for more contact between your skin and hers.

With every thrust, you claim a little more of her, driving them both deeper into a haze of pleasure that knows no end. Her body trembles beneath yours, her muscles tensing and relaxing in perfect synchrony with each stroke. "Mmm," she moans, "you feel so good."

You lean forward to kiss her as you thrust harder, grinding your hips against hers in a rough rhythm that makes her gasp and moan beneath you. She arches her back, pressing her breast against your shoulder as she squirms on the floor, desperate for more of your touch. With every thrust deeper into her tight, warm flesh, you push them both closer to the edge of oblivion.

"Fuck," she curses breathlessly when you squeeze her ass in your hand, guiding yourself deeper inside her with each sharp movement. Her legs wrap around yours, holding you close as she chases after her own release, her nails digging into your shoulders and leaving trails of blood on the floor.

Bulma's head falls back, her eyes rolling up in ecstasy as pleasure washes over her in wave after wave, each one stronger than the last. She screams out your name as the world explodes around her, her body tensing and relaxing in time with yours, her cum spilling down the inside of her leg.

With a final thrust, you follow her over the edge, crying out her name as your own release washes over you in an intense wave of pleasure that seems to go on forever. Your entire body shudders as it empties itself into her ass, leaving you both breathless and spent beneath the kitchen lights.