Break Time (Gohan x Fem Reader)
Word count: 2012
Cross-posted on AO3/username: Starmanjr94
-Warnings: Phone sex, mutual masturbation, talks about getting caught/walked-in on
You knew Gohan’s schedule like the back of your hand. So, you knew today he had no classes to teach, and was at the university purely for his academic work. Which is why by the middle of the day, you were slightly disappointed that Gohan had yet to text you.
He always tried his best to check in with you throughout the day. It did not matter how busy he was, or if you were at work yourself. But sometimes, time got the best of Gohan. Every now and then, your husband would get caught in his work to the point that it seemed he was in his own little universe. Though, this primarily occurred if Gohan was finally close to finishing whatever research he was working on. Or, if he was in a time crunch…Sometimes even both.
Hence why you had not heard a peep from Gohan since he kissed you goodbye that morning. As one of the most renowned entomologists in his field, Gohan had a fast-approaching deadline regarding some of his most promising research yet. Since the field and lab work had been concluded, now all he needed to do was rush to publish his findings. He needed to be completed by a specific date so he could present his work at an upcoming conference.
So, while you were a tad disappointed in the lack of communication, you understood.
Plus, you could still text him yourself.
You took your phone out and quickly went to your messages app. Of course, Gohan was at the top of the list.
You were about to send a simple message, just to check in on Gohan, but for some reason, your mind went elsewhere.
Perhaps you could encourage Gohan to take a break, and help him destress a bit. Just, in a very particular way.
So, with a cheeky smile on your face, you made your way to your guys’ shared bedroom. You situated yourself on the bed, sitting against the pillows near the top. Then, you slid one of your hands down the front of your shorts and started working yourself.
You let out a quiet sigh as your finger passed over your clit, and moved around your folds. You were not aroused just yet, so to help speed along the process, you imagined Gohan seated in front of you, watching you play with yourself. Occasionally offering encouraging words and praises.
You then envisioned that he would soon get too worked up himself from the sight of you. His own hand would end up slipping underneath the waistband of his pants and briefs.
That seemed to do the trick. You felt your blood heating up from your own thoughts, your folds starting to slicken slightly.
Satisfied, with your free hand, you grabbed your phone that had been placed on the nearby night stand only a few minutes prior.
With little thought, you called Gohan. While he had not called or texted himself, you knew that he would answer you regardless of how busy he might have been.
It only took three rings before he answered.
“Hello darling.” His voice was cheerful, but distracted.
“Hey.” Your voice came out in pleased sigh. You still had your other hand tucked in between your thighs, fingers idly smearing your wetness around, occasionally circling your clit.
You heard Gohan speak again. “How’s it going at home?”
Your breath hitched a bit, barely noticeable, when one of your fingers had grazed your entrance. “Good…Just a tad lonely.”
You smiled coly to yourself wondering how long it would take Gohan to notice what you were up to. He wasn’t innocent exactly, but his mind didn’t always jump to sexual stuff.
“Awe, I’m sorry darling. I miss you too. I promise to bring you home a surprise to make up for how busy I’ve been.”
You put your phone on speaker phone, and then placed it off to your side. “You, you better.” You used your now free hand to shimmy out of your shorts and panties. You now had better access to your wet cunt. So, you purposefully worked yourself in a way that was, a little obscene sounding, possibly noticeable over a phone call.
You heard Gohan make a slightly confused sound. “What’s going on? Are you cooking something right now?”
If you weren’t really aroused at the moment, you would have laughed from Gohan’s words. Instead, you answered him. Your response had a breathy quality to it. “No.”
A few moments of silence pass on Gohan’s end. Then, you heard Gohan slap his mouth with his hand. “A-are you touching yourself right now?” He asked in a hushed, scandalized tone.
You only let out a soft moan in response.
Gohan’s breath caught. “You’re lucky I’m in my office, and it’s just me in here.” He scolded, though there was no real anger behind his words.
You prodded at your entrance. “I’d be luckier if you were here right now.” You sighed. “I wish you were here right now.”
Gohan groaned quietly. “I wish I was too – but you know how my research has been.”
“I do, which-“ You cut yourself off as you fully slipped a finger into your pussy, hissing for a moment. You normally were not quite this noisy, but you were exaggerating for Gohan’s benefit. “-Which is why I think you should take a break right now…You wouldn’t want me taking care of myself all by myself, now would you?”
There were a few moments where Gohan did not answer, but, you heard him get up from his desk, and lock his office door with a ‘click.’
Gohan spoke in a clumsy voice. “Can you tell me how you’re dressed, what you’re doing exactly?”
You hummed for a second, withdrawing your finger and pausing the movements of your hand. “I’m sitting on our bed, only in a tee-shirt and bra…” You resumed rubbing yourself, massaging your clit just the way you liked it. “Shit- I’m touching myself right now, my fingers are on my clit, and I’m so wet right now.”
Gohan moaned lowly over the phone just as you heard him undo his belt. “Is my shirt from earlier still on my side of the bed?”
You glanced over at the side of the bed he was talking about. His shirt that he had slept in the previous night was in fact, still there. “Yeah.”
You could hear Gohan begin to stroke himself, the sound starting a little dry, but quickly sounding wet. It made your heart hammer, and your walls clench around nothing.
“Can you take the rest of your clothes off, and put my shirt on instead?” Gohan requested.
You swallowed and removed your fingers from your cunt. “Okay.” You did what was asked of you right away. You knew Gohan loved seeing you in just one of his shirts. His shirts tended to hang off of you, reaching about mid-thigh. He also loved fucking you while you wore his clothing. Something about it got him going.
“Done.” You said as you resituated yourself.
“Good.” Gohan paused for a moment before speaking once more. “I wish I could see you right now…”
You giggled. “Maybe later.” You then brought your hand back to your core, and slipped your fingers back inside of your pussy and slowly started fucking yourself. While it wasn’t Gohan’s cock, it would do for now. It helped knowing he could hear you through the phone, and was getting off himself.
Gohan groaned. “I’m going to hold you to that.”
For few moments, all that could be heard was skin working wet skin from both ends. Soft and airy noises slipped from both of your mouths.
You picked up the pace of your fingers, crooking them too, and using your thumb to toy with your clit. You couldn’t help yourself from breathing heavier, from the sounds passing through your lips from getting louder and more desperate sounding. Warm and heavy pleasure was building in your lower stomach.
“Gohan.” You whined. While you knew you’d be able to bring yourself over the edge, you really wished it was your husband’s hot cock doing it. Filling you perfectly, pushing into you deeply.
You heard Gohan’s breath catch from saying his name. “What are you thinking about right now?” He questioned, a hurried edge to his voice. The sound of his hand moving on his dick became more apparent as he seemingly picked up his own pace. You wondered if he was what he was thinking about too.
“Your cock-“ A soft whine escaped your mouth. “Your cock buried in me.”
“Fuck.” A rare obscenity slipped out of Gohan. “Keep going.”
You added a third finger into your soaked pussy, trying to emulate the girth of Gohan. “You’d have my legs thrown over your shoulders.” You felt yourself clench around your own fingers from the thought.
“Of course.” Gohan gritted out, the noises coming from his end becoming more frantic.
You had to know what was going through his mind. “What, what about you?”
“Tryin’ to pretend my hand is your cunt. It’s not tight or wet enough-“
His words spurred you on, causing you to massage your clit with the sole purpose of finishing. You could feel your orgasm building.
“What would you do if I was there?” You barely managed to ask, your words coming out breathy and scattered.
Gohan whined. “I’d fuck you until you came all over my cock.”
The thought of you making a mess all over his dick sent a wave of pleasure through you. You could feel your muscles getting tighter the closer you got to finishing.
A very dirty thought crossed your mind. “What if someone walked in on you?”
“Wouldn’t care- only you matter right now.” He explained. Based on the way he spoke, it sounded like Gohan was close to coming.
“But, I think, the better question is, what would you do?” Gohan asked breathlessly.
The thought of someone walking in on you surprisingly made you feel hotter. It was somewhat embarrassing. You couldn’t help but whimper.
A moan fell from Gohan’s mouth. “Of course you like the sound of that-“
He wasn’t scolding you exactly, but his words brought arousing shame to course through you. You knew you weren’t going to last much longer.
“Shut up, you do too.” You accused even if it wasn’t true.
Gohan didn’t stop. He even disregarded your retort. “You’d love to have someone come in with me deep inside you-“ He cut himself off with a grunt, the sound of him masturbating intensifying as he neared his climax. “You’d want other people to see just who you belonged to- shit.” Gohan’s sentence ended in a sharp gasp.
You didn’t have it in you to deny his words. You just let his taunts and the sound of him touching himself wind you up further.
After crooking your fingers just one more time, you felt your orgasm hit. Your walls fluttered around your digits, your stomach and thighs tightened as intense pleasure bulldozed into you. You didn’t even try to muffle the cries that flooded from your mouth. It was no use.
You were so lost to your own pleasure, you almost didn’t hear Gohan choke out your name as he starting coming mere moments later. Almost.
As fast as it had all begun, you orgasm faded away. You were left there in the middle of the bed, hand stuffed between your thighs, laying there weakly.
You assumed Gohan was in a similar state, as it took the two of you a bit before any words were spoken.
Eventually though, you withdrew your hand from your cunt, and wiped your fingers on Gohan’s shirt. You knew he wouldn’t mind.
Gohan was the first to say something. “You little imp-“ He accused. You heard the sounds of what was Gohan presumably buckling his belt again. “Thank you.” He continued in a small voice. “I, I needed that.”
You let out a satisfied sound. “Knew ya did.”
You couldn’t wait for him to actually get home now.
