Making Him A Man (WIP) (Patreon)

Being a hero for the people while not revealing his identity was more stressful than Gohan expected. Especially because his outfit would get torn or ripped in one way or another during a fight. This led him to stay awake at night more often than not to mend the outfit without making it obvious that it was fixed. However, the most recent battle he had against some criminals left him unable to properly fix it himself. Fortunately, he knew exactly who to go to in a moment like this. Bulma. With her knowledge and the Capsule Corps money, it’d be no issue to fix it.

So, he wasted no time in flying his way to Bulma’s home.

However, when he arrived, it was eerily quiet. Almost as if no one was home. No Bulma, no Vegeta, neither of Bulma’s parents, and young Trunks as well. It was odd to find the place feeling so empty. For a moment, as he stepped into her and Vegeta’s bedroom, he wondered if he should call for her. But decided it was best to not think about it and just go for it. “Bulma?! Are you home?!” Gohan shouted out, hopefully not loud enough to wake anyone, but loud enough to be heard if someone was currently awake.

“Gohan…? What are you doing here…?” Bulma leaned her head out of the bathroom she was standing in, spotting him from across the house. “Also, you don’t have to worry about yelling. Vegeta took Trunks to train with Dende and Mom and Dad are away for the weekend.”

It was at that moment that Bulma noticed something was up with Gohan. His shoulders weren’t held as high as they usually were. And it caused her to step out of the bathroom in her bathrobe and make her way toward him. “What’s wrong, Gohan?” The words were simple, but the tone that filled Bulma’s voice made it clear that she was worried about him.

“Y-You can tell something’s up…?” Gohan tried to put up a brave face but could tell from the look in Bulma’s eyes that it wasn’t going to work.

“I’ve been around you your whole life. Both at your highest and your lowest. Just like Chichi, you think I wouldn’t notice when something’s wrong?” Bulma made her way to her bed and patted it for him to sit next to her. “Talk to me.”

“It’s just…” Gohan let out a heavy sigh before sitting on the bed next to Bulma. “Videl and Erasa are taking an interest in me. It’s easy to see by the way they talk to me compared to the other students. But… I don’t know what to do about it.”

At first, Bulma didn’t know what to do. She could tell that he was serious about it, but it was just so cute that she couldn’t keep herself from giggling at how much it concerned him. “You’re too cute, Gohan. How can the hero who saved the world from Cell be too nervous to talk to a few girls? Especially when that hero has saiyan DNA in him and likely loves them feisty.” Bulma couldn’t help from letting out another giggle as she brought a hand to Gohan’s cheek, gently caressing it.

Of course, being laughed at like that, Gohan couldn’t stop himself from feeling a bit embarrassed. It only made sense that Bulma of all people would find it funny and adorable. Married with a child, took control of her man when needed, and unafraid of the consequences of annoying him? She was too strong to not find it adorable. “Bulma…”

“Sorry, sorry.” Bulma leaned in and quickly stole a kiss from Gohan’s lips, looking him in the eyes as she pulled away. “I just couldn’t help myself. I hope you can forgive me.” Bulma brushed her lips against his as she spoke before stealing another kiss from him. It was clear to her that he was nervous about the whole thing, unsure of what to do since she was taking the lead.

“I-I don’t think--” Gohan tried to start, only to be silenced by yet another kiss. One that he, this time, returned instinctively.

Bulma’s heart skipped a beat in joy as she watched a blush come to his cheeks. She showed no hesitation as she rose from her spot on the bed and slipped her way out of the robe. “Just follow my lead, Gohan. Don’t let me be the only one naked here.”

After a moment of pause, staring at her body, Gohan opened his mouth. “You look incredibly, Bulma…”

It was clear to them both that the words spilled from his lips before he could stop them. But instead of letting him retract his statement, Bulma leaned in and kissed him again. This time, she allowed the kiss to linger before tugging on his shirt to pull it over his head. “I’m an old woman, Gohan. But, it feels good knowing that someone young still finds me attractive.~” She playfully rubbed her hand against his clearly defined abs, almost gasping at the feeling of how hard they were against her fingertips. “You saiyans never disappoint, huh?”

As she carefully rubbed her hand against his chest, she moved her way down his body, her hands making their way to his pants before carefully unzipping them and pulling them to his knees. Much to her surprise, not only did Gohan not wear any underwear, but he wasn’t stopping her from getting a look at his cock. Maybe it was because of the shock of what was going on. Maybe it was because his hard dick was making it clear how excited he was. Or maybe he was just so engrossed in her body that he didn’t want her to stop what she was doing.

“So cute.~” The words happily left Bulma as she dropped in a squat in front of him, positioning herself between his legs. However, now that she was between his legs, his throbbing member just a few inches from her face, ‘cute’ was not the word she would describe the situation. A heavy breath filled her lungs as her eyes drifted along his member, looking at the few veins that were clear against his skin, visually drinking in the length of it and knowing how good it would feel inside of her. “You’re massive for your age, Gohan… I’m almost jealous of those girls you mentioned. If they got fucked by this, they might just be addicted to it.~”

Without skipping a beat, Bulma leaned in and placed a kiss against the underside of it, enjoying the heat that radiated onto her lips from it. “Heavy, too… A wonderful scent…”

Of course, in the heat of the moment like this, Gohan didn’t know what he should do. He knew that this was wrong on a multitude of levels. Not only was Bulma a woman that he grew up with, but he treated her almost like a second mother. But she was married with a child. A child that he considered a friend.

However, with the way her skin felt against his shaft, the way her legs made him quiver with each kiss, and the way her hand seemed to wrap perfectly around it. Gohan couldn’t bring himself to stop her. Especially when she lowered her head and took a deep breath with her nostrils pressed right against his cock. That alone was almost enough to make him blow his load, but he stopped when he looked down and saw Bulma’s loving eyes looking back up at him. Almost like she was silently telling him that he couldn’t cum until she said so.

With Gohan under her influence, Bulma wasted no time in getting what she wanted out of him. She did not hesitate to press her tongue against the underside of his member before dragging her way back to the tip. Slow, methodical, and almost like a science, Bulma moved, making sure that her tongue pressed along his vein as she did. It caused her heart to race to hear him whimper like this. Especially when she heard him grip the bedsheets.

On the other hand, Gohan couldn’t believe that this was happening. Not only was this beautiful woman between his legs, silently guiding him to give her what she wanted, but it was someone that he had always grown up looking up to. He bit down on his lower lip to try and keep himself quiet as Bulma took the head of his cock into her mouth, her soft lips forming a tight seal around it. Only for her tongue to flick against the underside of it.

Bulma relished the way Gohan moaned above her, doing his best to stay quiet while she had her way with him. It bothered her a slight bit to know that he was holding back how good he felt with her. But she couldn’t blame him for doing so. This was wrong on so many levels and that was part of what made it so fun for her. As she slowly lowered her way down his shaft, taking inch after inch into her mouth and throat, it became all the more clear that Gohan was indeed a virgin.

Not only was he struggling to keep himself composed, but he was unable to keep his attention on her. Bulma opened her eyes to see Gohan with his head tilted toward the sky and his mouth agape. It caused her heart to skip a few beats in her chest in excitement. She still had her skills and it was clear as day thanks to him.

With a sense of confidence that she didn’t expect to fill her, Bulma carefully moved her way back up to the tip of Gohan’s cock before popping her lips off from around it. She placed a few eager and gentle kisses against it when she was off of it. “Any woman who ends up with you would be lucky to have a monster like this in their life… Myself included Gohan.~” Bulma smirked as she blew a gentle breath against the head of his cock, watching it twitch and throb, dripping a small amount of precum. “Just do your best to not cum until I give you permission, okay?”

“Y-Yes, Bulma…”

“That’s Madame to you, Gohan.~” It was a heat-of-the-moment statement, but after it left her lips, Bulma didn’t want to back down. She wanted to see just how deep she could drive Gohan under her thumb. Maybe, just maybe, she could convince Gohan to be her boy toy. Let him have any girlfriend he wanted, but make sure he understood that his cock belonged to her. It was an enticing thought. One that caused Bulma to savor the moment she was currently in. The way he looked at her with attention and lust, craving her next move.

“M-Madame Bulma…”

Bulma felt her heart stop when she heard that. The sound of his voice quivering with lust caused her pussy to ache with desire. But she couldn’t give in and take him just yet. She wanted to work him into her pussy and make sure he wanted every moment of it. So, without missing a beat, Bulma cupped a breast into each of her hands and wrapped them around his cock. “When you feel like you’re going to cum, don’t hold back anymore, you got that?”

“Y-Yes, Bulm--” Gohan gasped and froze when he felt her teeth lightly touch the head of his cock. “M-Madame Bulma…”

“Good boy.~” With that out of the way, Bulma danced her tongue around the head of his cock, drooling as much as she could while starting to move her breasts up and down along his shaft. Almost immediately, she could taste his precum on her tongue, causing her to take him into her mouth as she squished her breasts against his member. From the way he throbbed and twitched against her tongue and into her cleavage, it was clear to her that he was going to blow his load at any moment.

Of course, she was ready for it. She wanted him to cum on her tongue and flood her throat. She craved him erupting inside of her and forcing her to swallow each and every drop of his seed.

Fortunately for her, that was almost exactly what happened. When Gohan was at the peak of his pleasure, he didn’t hesitate to grab onto the back of Bulma’s head, but he didn’t force her to stay in place. From the way he gripped her head, he just needed something to hold on to and her head was the best option in his lust-addled mind. Though, she took it and ran with it.

With Gohan holding onto either side of her head, Bulma pushed her way down as rope after rope of his thick and delicious seed flooded into her mouth. She, of course, swallowed it down bit by bit, making sure to not take every drop right away. As her breasts met his thighs and her nose scrunched against his pelvis, she wanted to put on a bit of a show for him. And that’s exactly what she did when the cum stopped flowing.

Bulma left a bit of his delicious seed in her mouth before slowly pulling herself off of his cock, making sure to not spill a drop along the way. Only to happily open his mouth for him and show that it was full of his cum. And without either of them saying a word, she closed her lips and swallowed every drop down in one audible gulp. And a smile came to her lips as she watched his cheeks flare with a deep shade of red. Only for that shade to get darker when she opened her vermouth and showed that there was nothing left. “What do you say we go get cleaned up, Gohan? Continue this in the shower.~”

“S-Sure thing, Madame Bulma…”