Friendly Neighbors GokuxReader

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As you busily prepared a lavish feast for the returning trainees, a melodious hum escaped your lips, harmonizing with the music that filled the air. Your tail gracefully swayed in rhythm, a testament to your unwavering focus on the culinary masterpiece unfolding before you.

Unbeknownst to you, Turles stealthily approached from behind, his sinewy arms enveloping your waist with a gentle strength. His chest pressed against your back, creating a comforting warmth that seeped into your very being. In a tender display of affection, his tail lovingly entwined with yours, creating an intimate connection.

Startled, you glanced up at Turles, a question lingering in your eyes, but a smile of recognition quickly replaced it. The sight of him filled your heart with joy and anticipation. However, as he began to affectionately nuzzle against you, a blush crept onto your cheeks, painting them a rosy hue.

Relishing in the tender moment, you reciprocate Turles' affectionate nuzzle, savoring the connection between you. However, a small pang of responsibility tugs at your heart, urging you to return to your culinary duties.

"I thought you were training with the others," you gently remind him, your voice laced with curiosity.

Turles sighs, his warm breath tickling your skin as he rests his chin on your shoulder, momentarily lost in the comfort of your presence. "They'll manage without me for a moment. Goku and Vegeta have got the little ones covered. It's quite a bustling gathering," he grumbles, his voice tinged with a hint of frustration.

You offer a soft hum in response, torn between the desire to indulge in his affection and the need to complete the meal. As Turles begins to pepper your neck with tender kisses, your hands instinctively pause in their culinary dance, momentarily forgetting the task at hand.

Determined to complete your cooking, you valiantly resist Turles' attempts to distract you with his amorous advances. With a focused determination, you continue to chop, stir, and season, skillfully maneuvering around his playful interruptions.

For a brief moment, it seems as though you have the upper hand, successfully evading his advances and maintaining your progress in the kitchen. However, a low growl escapes Turles' lips, a mischievous glint in his eyes as he decides to up the ante.

Without warning, he swiftly lifts you up, effortlessly carrying you away from the bustling kitchen. Your laughter mingles with surprise as he playfully tosses you onto the inviting embrace of the living room couch, leaving you sprawled on your back.

Before you can fully comprehend the situation, Turles pounces upon you, his lips showering you with a cascade of affectionate kisses. Each touch, each caress, threatens to unravel your focus, making it increasingly difficult to resist his charming distractions.

Lost in the intoxicating embrace of Turles' passionate kisses, you find yourself succumbing to the depths of desire. His lips press against yours with a fervor that ignites a fire within, while his hands explore the contours of your body, leaving a trail of electric sensations in their wake. The synchronized sway of your entwined tails serves as a gentle reminder of the connection you share.

Yet, amidst the fervent exchange, a faint scent of burning food wafts through the air, jolting you back to reality. The primal desires that had begun to resurface within Turles are momentarily overshadowed by the pressing need to salvage the meal you had been diligently preparing.

Summoning a burst of determination, you manage to extricate yourself from Turles' passionate grasp, his disappointed whine echoing through the room like a child denied recess. A giggle escapes your lips, a mixture of amusement and affection, as you playfully scold him for distracting you from your culinary duties.