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Public Privacy	By : Ava Category: Dragon Ball Z > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 991 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Time For Some Public Privacy
That man Ludacris (woo!) in the public bathroom

Or in back of the classroom

How ever you want it, lover-lover gonna tap that ass soon

See I cast em and I passed em

Get a tight grip and I grasp em

I flash em and outlast em

And if ain't good then I trash em

While you stash em, I'll let em free

And they tell me what they fantasy

Like up on the roof, roof

Tell your boyfriend not to be mad at me!

Ludacris/Nine Inch Nails remix The Shaky Hand That Feeds Your Fantasy Also, this girl: http://youtu.be/PZ-zCu8t3mc
So Broly is a kankay mutherfuker, seriously, did you SEE him lick his blood off, all seductive and crap, when he first fought Goku? Didja?! So the part of the song fits that psychopath, it's Ludacris's Fan- tasy. Here, let me demonstrate:

Arm slung possessively around his girl's waist, Broly leaned down to lick hotly at her neck and throat. When she blushed and tried pulling away, Broly growled and aggressively yanked her back to his side, forcing his attentions lower.

"Broly!" Olivia gasped as her brash, slightly insane Saiyan jealously pinned her body to the cushioned seat and ran his hand up her blue blouse to fondle her intimately. Once her nipple was aroused and he had plucked at it a few times for good measure, he moved his ministrations lower.
Growling at his mate's lack of respect towards him in public, Broly turned her chin towards his mouth and lipped at hers until she quickly took the hint that it would go down better if she gave her mate what he requested and hopefully he wouldn't go too far with her in such an obviously public place.
Broly had never had concerns of what others thought of him, and he was openly affectionate with Olivia in public places. On more than several occasions, he had pushed her body up against the nearest flat surface and had his way with her, his sudden ferocious over-protective possessiveness coming from her lack of "his scent".
Pressing a digit inside of her slick warmth, Broly concealed the actions of his hand under her dress, holding her close with his other arm and affectionately pressing a kiss to her forehead in consolation when she weakly laid her head in the crook of his neck, softly keening out to him.
“Broo-oo-lyy...”
He softly shushed her and carefully slid his fingers through her wetness, flutter- ing them a little to bring forth that nice slipperiness she produced, then laid open- mouthed kisses on her exposed neck. The longer it went on the more heated he became. It was a wonder nobody had looked up at them at the topmost row of the theater. He faced her towards the screen so that it looked, if anyone did, like she was merely sitting upon her boyfriend's lap. He took her slow enough; no fast, jerking motions, no sound other than her soft, nearly silent, purrs mixed with his reverberating deep ones.

Fingers massaged her flexing opening until enough liquid coated the erection waiting impatiently next to it, before thick fingers were gently pushed in and spread wide to pries her open long enough for him to slide and thrust the head of himself through.
After that, he simply sat back with her, gently rocking his hips back and forth until he was halfway squeezed into her. Knowing that he needed to be well-lubricated and open for this next part, Olivia raised her hips slightly before bearing back down. Broly, at the same time, flexed his powerful hips upward, nearly causing her to cry out. As it was, a soft whine was drowned out by the effects of the movie.
Her schizophrenic monkey lover pressed a lingering kiss to the side of her cheek, passing his hands over her flat hard abdomen in heated encouragement and growled at her. Broly loved the feeling of being in control like this. He got such a thrill knowing that his mate would do anything for him, anytime, anywhere; undeniably loyal; probably to a fault.
Quickly glancing over to his upper right, Broly made sure no one was in the projector room looking down. Giving her a few more kisses and a lingering pass of tongue across cheek and lips, Broly subtly readied her for the fucking she was about to receive. He waited as the movie’s rising action began. His hands firmly gripped the area between her butt and hip and effortlessly pulled her up and down in short, quick, successive strokes while his hips rutted up into her.
Up, down.
Up, down.
She felt like a porcelain doll in his arms as Broly spread her thighs and groaned into her neck while looking down at the crowd below them, his hard, thrusting dick lodged firmly, possessively, between her legs. His long middle finger frantically rubbed at her swollen clit as he fucked her. Broly let one hand lightly play over her inner thigh, hiking up her skirt the rest of the way and revealing to the audience below their pulsating, slippery connected organs.
"Mmmmm. Such a good girl." Broly moaned quietly in her ear as the action sequence in the film picked up and drowned out her panting.
"Show them how you belong to me. Only me." Her mate's grip tightened slightly around her waist as that crazed darkness came to the fore. Beyond excited, Broly dragged his tongue up her neck, tasting body salt and fevered heat.

Thrusting hard up into her slippery softness, Broly nipped her, claiming her as, "Mine!"
Her walls clenched, then rippled, then slickened like an oil spill and coated his length and jeans in a slight wet patch. He found it so adorable when she turned her head and tucked it into his pecs as she gasped, writhed, moaned, and whimpered in her completion. Broly was not anywhere near out of breath and neither was Olivia, though both their hearts were fluttering wildly in their chest.
She took a deep inhalation of the scents wafting around them.
Their area was filled with the vague scents of sex, shame, and Kettlecorn.
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AN
So, I'm kinda going for a Empathetic Psychotic. Don't really portray psychosis well and I have no clue if Broly is coming across as the crazy autistic that I see him as. Nobody wants to leave a damned review! Is anyone enjoying this? Yay or nay?
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