A/N: The prompt for this addition was "Krillin and 18 trying to get some 'alone time' but they keep getting interrupted. So that's what I wrote. This is the first smutty thing I have ever really written, so I would appriciate feedback from people on where I did good and where I could do better next time! That being said, I hope you enjoy this one. It was fun to write!
WARNING: ADULT CONTENT BELOW!
INTURRUPTIONS
Usually, Krillin wasn't one to be so forward about initiating sexytimes with his wife. Make no mistake, once he'd be given the green light it was all systems go, but 18 could sometime be funny about being touched unexpectedly, which of course, given her past, he understood and was always weary to be conscious of.
Today was not a usual day though. All day, beginning from first thing this morning when he had been getting Marron her breakfast, 18 had been teasing him. Seducing him with long kisses and risqué touches when she knew full well that they weren't alone in the house. The tiny shorts she had been wearing while hanging the washing and the way she made sure to bend at the hips in them to give him a full view of her glorious, round, behind was a sight that Krillin would never forget.
At one point, Krillin had passed her on the stairs and before he even fully realised what he was doing, he'd had 18 pinned lustily against the wall. He'd leapt up to meet her and kissed her with a passion so feverish that he was almost unable to control it. She'd returned his advance with equal enthusiasm, stuffing her hand down his shorts and grazing her fingers along his length. He was hard instantly. The only thing that had stopped him from taking her right then and there on the stairs was the fact that Roshi was sitting no more than 5 feet away in the living room, and Krillin did not want to give the old perv the satisfaction.
It was a game of sexy cat and mouse which drew on and on with the afternoon and into the evening; so that by the time it was finally time to put Marron down for the night, they were both about ready to explode with pent up sexual frustration.
Normally, Krillin's bedtime routine with his 1 year old daughter was one of his favourite parts of the day. They would read a storybook together, or sing some lullabies. Tonight though, Krillin powered his way through the book, skimming over every third or fourth page, and sung a half-hearted rendition of 'Twinkle-twinkle little star' before kissing Marron on the head, flicking on the nightlight and racing from the room.
18 was waiting for him across the hall in their bedroom, and he tried to act casual as he strolled across the landing, but Krillin felt like a kid on Christmas, and he knew that if he happened to bump into Roshi and Oolong, the quickly growing bulge in his shorts would be a dead giveaway as to what his present was.
He stepped into the bedroom to find, much to his delight, that 18 was wearing a silky little midriff camisole and matching panties - both of which were the same colour as her eyes - and not much else. She was sitting at her vanity desk, running her brush through her soft golden hair and smiling at her reflection in the mirror. She knew what she was doing to Krillin, but she was acting coy. As if the thought of jumping her husband's bones wasn't the only thing on her mind right now.
Finally. Krillin shut the door and snapped the lock. They were alone.
He strode across the small room toward his wife, coming to stand behind her at her desk. He leaned forward to place a kiss on the top of her head, and began to massage her shoulders. They locked eyes in the mirror and both smiled hungrily.
Who caved in first was anyone's guess, but they next thing they knew, Krillin and 18 were rolling around on their bed getting themselves thoroughly tangled in both the sheets and each other.
"You have no idea how badly I want you right now," Krillin whispered into 18's ear as his lips worked their way down her neck and across her jaw.
18 did have an idea, she could feel it pressing firmly into her thigh as Krillin leaned over her body and pressed his lips against hers. Their tongues clashed as they fought for dominance and their hands glided over each other, exploring bodies that they both already knew so well.
The passion that had been ignited by that first touch left them both panting and covered in a thin layer of sweat when they finally broke their kiss. Krillin sat up so that he was straddling 18, knees resting on either side of her thighs. She followed him, sitting up and wrapping her fingers around his neck, and sinking her tongue into his mouth once again, only stopping for the briefest moment so that she could peel his teeshirt up over his head and toss it far to the other side of the room. "Are you going to take me or not?"
Her lustily whispered words seemed to send her husband's desire to a whole new level. Mirroring her act from a moment before, Krillin pulled the camisole she was wearing off of her and added it to the quickly growing pile of clothes on the floor, exposing 18 in all of her perfect glory. He gently pushed her back down onto the bed.
From his vantage point above her, Krillin had the perfect view, it would be remiss of him not to stop for a moment and admire it. He was, after all, the only person in the world who would ever get to enjoy it. It all started with those blue eyes which pierced right through to his soul. Cheeks, which were flushed pink with desire. Soft, kissable lips that formed the perfect smile and always tasted ever so faintly like strawberries.
But it got better. Two perfect, perky breasts awaited him, soft and supple and just the right size to fit into Krillin's hands. They heaved up and down as 18 took deep, heavy breaths. He didn't even notice the long scars that ran across her collarbone and pelvis, and down the middle of her torso anymore, but then again, they'd never been a big deal to him in the first place. He reached out, placing his strong hands onto 18's belly and slowly sliding them upwards over her ribs, her skin felt like silk beneath his fingers. His touch was like an electric shock to 18, and she arched her back towards him, thrusting her breasts up into his waiting hands. A long moan escaped her as Krillin leaned forward and began to suckle on one of her nipples, whilst gently rolling the other back and forth between his thumb and forefinger. He knew exactly what she liked. This woman, who by some miracle of the universe, he had managed to get into his bed, was a goddess, and she would get nothing less than everything she desired.
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Crying.
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"Ignore it," 18 closed her eyes and tangled her fingers into Krillin's hair. "She's just fussing, she'll resettle herself."
Krillin didn't need convincing. His mouth travelled upwards, leaving a trail of kisses along 18's collarbone, her neck, her jaw and finally capturing her lips. Meanwhile, his hand headed south, skimming down her side until he reached her panties. He gently tugged at the satiny fabric and 18 tilted her hips up towards him.
"Ugh," Krillin buried his face in the crook of 18's neck. "She's getting worse." Unsurprisingly perhaps, there was something about the sound of his child screaming that was somewhat of a mood killer for the small man. "Roshi will be knocking the door down any second if she keeps it up." He looked lovingly down at his wife who could only nod in frustrated agreement.
"I'll go," Krillin tucked a strand of hair back behind 18's ear. "You," he laid his lips gently in the valley between her breasts, "don't move a single muscle. I'll be right back." And with that he crawled out of the bed, carefully draping the covers back over 18; readjusted himself more comfortably, and discreetly, in his shorts and after fishing his teeshirt from the pile of clothes they had been building, he quietly slunk from the room.
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10 minutes later, 18 gave up waiting and followed him. "Krillin, what's taking- Oh my god, what is that smell?" she stepped into Marron's nursery and was immediately confronted by an olfactory assault.
"It's a poosplosion!" Krillin lamented over his shoulder, as he peeled layers of soiled clothes off of his daughter. It was the first time in his life he'd ever been grateful for his muted sense of smell. "It's everywhere. Do you want to bath her, or clean the crib?" There was no getting out of this, unfortunately.
18 looked past her husband to Marron, who was sitting up on her change table smiling and gurgling to herself without a care in the world. "Are you kidding me?" she asked her. "Why now?"
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It was 45 minutes later when Krillin's head finally hit his pillow. 18, who had long since given up on her sexy lingerie and changed into comfy sweatpants and a singlet, had already collapsed onto the bed beside him.
"Parenthood hey," Krillin laughed and flicked off the lamp on his bedside table. Moonlight filtered in through the window coating them both in a silver glow.
Rolling onto her side and into Krillin's waiting arms, 18 nuzzled her head against his broad chest and smiled. "It's an experience, that's for sure." Her hand slipped down beneath the elastic of Krillin's pyjama pants, much to his surprised delight, he'd thought for sure the mood had been well and truly killed for the night, but he was more than happy to be proven wrong.
He kissed the top of 18's head and then tilted her chin up towards him so that he could reach her lips and he kissed her slowly, exploring her mouth with his own. The mood was different this time. Before, it had been hot and heavy and about nothing more than satisfying their basic primal urges. Now though dressed in their frumpy parent pyjamas, after having tended to their child together, it was much more than that.
Krillin felt closer to his wife than ever before and he wrapped his arms around her and rolled them over so that she was on her back with him propped up on one elbow above her. He kissed her deeply, not just with lust, but with passion, adoration and love.
18 moaned softly against Krillin's lips when she felt his hand gliding down her back. He gave her backside a gentle smack as she wrapped her legs up around his hips, pulling him in even closer to her.
"Do you like this shirt?" Krillin asked, his words punctuated with kissed, as he tugged at the singlet she was wearing.
18 dragged her fingers up his back and wove them into his damp hair, "hate it," she replied as she redirected his lips to her neck.
In one swift movement the shirt was no more, ripped clean in half as Krillin tore it off, baring 18 once more. "Good," he muttered and took her nipple into his mouth, picking up from where he had left off before they had been side tracked. "Now," he asked, "where were we?"
18 closed her eyes and relinquished control of her body to Krillin. She shuddered as his hands and mouth worked in perfect harmony with one another to hit every single sensitive spot on her body. Her hips bucked up almost involuntarily, to meet Krillin's and he moaned as she rubbed her pelvis up against his erection.
The primal sounds he made drove 18 wild. "You like that?" she asked, repeating the movement and eliciting the same response from her husband.
"What do you think?" he asked between ragged breaths. They found a rhythm and their hips began to grind together in unison, but only for a moment, before 18 took over and pushed Krillin onto his back, so that she was now sitting on his thighs.
"Why are you still wearing pants?" she asked, before pulling them off him and throwing them somewhere into the dark bedroom. It was her turn to take control.
Krillin moaned and let his head sink back into the pillow as 18 took his rock hard length into her hands and began to stroke it up and down. The look on her face suggested that she was enjoying it as much as he was, though after the endless amount of waiting he had been through today to get to this moment, he wasn't sure that could be possible. His whole body twitched and quivered as 18 worked, and a layer of damp, sticky sweat clung to his body as he tried his very best to control himself; years of concentration and monastic meditation techniques should have given him the ability to be in much better control of his body in situations like this than he currently was. But he was only human, and the combination of pent up desire and the feeling of his wife's hands and mouth working together in perfect synchronicity was going to bring him to the end much, much sooner than he would like.
"Ugh, 18," he panted. "Stop," he tugged on her hair and she looked up to meet his eyes, her mouth completely full of him. That glorious sight alone was almost his undoing. "Come here," he begged, and thankfully 18 complied. She crawled up the bed towards him, locking her eyes onto his, making very sure that her breasts and torso rubbed up against him as she shimmed up his body.
His breath was ragged as he wrapped his strong hand around the back of 18's head and pulled her into him, plunging his tongue deep into her mouth. She responded with equal force and hunger, grinding her hips down into Krillin's pelvis and biting playfully at his lips.
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A phone ringing.
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Suddenly, the small, dark bedroom was lit up with the unnatural display screen light of 18's mobile. The obnoxious jingling ringtone and the buzzing as the phone vibrated against the bedside table made for a trio of annoyances too great to ignore.
"What in the…" 18 muttered to herself as she crawled a little further up the bed to reach for her phone, putting her in just the right position for Krillin to take her nipple into his mouth, much to his delight.
18 stared, bleary eyed at the photo of her brother on the screen before cancelling the call. It was 10 o'clock at night, even if she wasn't currently indisposed, she would have been annoyed at him for calling her at this hour anyway.
"Who was it?" Krillin asked, using the opportunity to take back control and turn 18 onto her back.
"My brother," she breathed as Krillin slipped his hand beneath her sweatpants and began to slowly and deliberately stroke her "I'll call him back tomorrow". She was dripping with anticipation and her body was already so primed that his touch felt like a fierce storm rolling through her body. She bucked up into him and sighed as she felt him slip a finger inside of her, whilst continuing to stroke and massage her with his thumb. Her grip around his neck tightened, she panted as they began to move together in unison.
The phone rang again.
"Answer it," Krillin breathed, brushing his lips against the corner of 18's mouth, his hands never stopping their important work.
18 snatched the phone up off the table and held it to her ear, "What do you want, 17?" she closed her eyes as Krillin kissed hungrily down her neck.
"Hello to you too," 17 sounded overly cheery, "can't a guy just call his favourite sister to chat?"
"It's 10 o'clock."
"It's only 7 here. Sun's still up."
18 watched her husband as he kissed his way down her body. Across her breasts, over her torso, belly button and to her pelvis. "What are you doing?" she asked him frantically as he pushed the blankets aside and removed her pants. He only winked at her as he nudged her legs apart.
"What am I doing?" 17 asked. "Funny you should ask. I just went on a date." 18 could practically hear her brothers eyelashes fluttering as he spoke.
"No…. not you…. Krillin." Was this really happening? 18's face was burning, she pushed her hair back off of her damp forehead and bit down on her lip to try and supress a moan. "Stop it," she turned her head away from the phone.
"C'mon sis," 17 had obviously still heard her, "You're allowed to have a husband, and I can't go on a date? Talk about double standards." He scoffed. "Hey name is Amya."
"That's….ugh" 18 grunted and arched her back as Krillin's tongue brushed over her most sensitive areas with just the right amount of pressure. Their eyes connected for a second and she could see a deviant smile glittering there. "That's great, 17" 18 forced out the sentence, trying her best to sound like she wasn't nearing her peak.
"She's got this amazing, bright red hair," 17 swooned, "and she works here at the park with me. She's a zoologist."
It was getting hard to breath normally. Krillin was a skilled master of many arts, and this was one of his finest. 18 lifted her legs up onto his shoulders, opening herself up to him even more, and he responded accordingly, picking up the pace and intensity of his work.
"Uh…..huh"
"Are you okay?" 17 asked, "You sound funny. It almost sounds like…" 17 paused. "Oh my god, 18. Are you-"
"Ok 17, I've gotta go, bye," 18 ended the call and tossed her phone far across the room. Hands finally free, she plunged them into Krillin's hair, guiding him into the exact rhythm she needed. She'd kill him for embarrassing her like that when they were done, but for now, 18 was helpless. She gave in to the sensations, groaning as every muscle in her body clenched and one of the most intense waves of pleasure she had ever felt crashed right through her, from her head all the way to the tips of her toes.
Her world blurred and she was vaguely aware of crying out her husband's name as she let the feeling swallow her whole. By the time she was able to think again, Krillin had repositioned himself beside her and was brushing her hair out of her eyes, smiling like a gleeful idiot. "Well that was fun!" he said.
18's heart was racing and her whole body quivered, "I'm going to kill you, you know" she turned to face Krillin, whose heart was beating just as hard as hers, and couldn't help the radiant smile that spread across her sweaty, pink face.
"Uh huh," he kissed her. She could taste herself on his lips. They were far from done with tonight yet. "I'd like to see you try."
"Yeah?" 18 asked, pushing him over and smiling sweetly as she straddled him. She was in charge now, and Krillin wasn't going to get the release he was so desperately craving until she decided he had earned it. And that might take all night.
"Believe me," 18 leaned forward and sunk her tongue into Krillin's mouth. "You're going to wish you were dead by the time I'm done with you."
A/N: So theres that! I hope it wasn't to bad for my first attempt at writing something smutty, I'd really appriciate feedback on this one, wheather via a review or PM or however else you'd like to get it to me, since this is really outside of my usual realm. I do hope you enjoyed it though, and I'll be back with the next prompt whenever I have it finished!
Big Love
-D.B
