Dragon Ball Z Reader Inserts (Lemon Addition)

(Frieza x Reader)

What's up? I'm a filthy sinner, and I decided to write a lemon. I created this book in order to keep my oneshot collection available to all ages (And I'm too lazy to hit 'mature' on it). This one isn't going to be updated nearly as much as my oneshots, as I find that I only write these things when I'm really bored... Sorry, but it's true. Anyways, enjoy your lemonade (God that's cheesy)

         A hum leaves your lips as you type away on the computer. Pages and pages of code, and you're the only one who can read it. In fact, you take great pride in this knowledge! Your eyes dart to the side to take in the others in the room. Your 'faction' as Lord Frieza called it appeared to be quite tired. Those fools will only make mistakes in their sleep deprived state...

         "Men," you call, earning the attention of your soldiers. "You can call it a night. I'll wrap up here." There are no complaints in response, and you watch as your soldiers leave the room. Once you're alone, you breathe a sigh of relief and roll your shoulders. To be completely honest, being professional all the time was tiring. "Time to get to work," you sigh, leaning back in your chair. Something strange was going on with the server, and you'd be damned if it wasn't solved by the end of the night.

         You're working for almost two hours before someone interrupts your work. At the sound of the door opening, you turn and spot Lord Frieza. At his appearance, you're quick to stand and salute (Though you knock your chair over in the process).

         "My Lord!" you say, "To what do I owe the honor of your visit?" You watch in silent fear as your employer enters the room and glares at the screen. His tail flicks back and forth, which makes you shake slightly. Have you done something wrong? Are you not working fast enough? "M-My Lord?"

         "Stand down, (Y\N)," he says, sending a glare from the corner of his eye. "I have no reason to be upset... Unless you'd like to give me one?"

         "N-No, My Lord!" You soon relax into a parade stance, and you watch silently as Lord Frieza inspects your station. When he seems to lose interest, he faces you and tilts his head.

         "It's rather interesting," he admits. "When I first brought you on to the ship, I thought you'd be eaten alive. What could you expect? I have plenty of soldiers who'd kill for a good lay," he hums, walking to the other side of the room. You watch his movements silently; is he here for a reason?

         "My Lord, may I be so bold as to ask what this has to do with your visit this evening?" Frieza sends a look over his shoulder before approaching you. He walks slow and steady circles around you, as if he's a predator looking for its next victim. His careful gaze makes a shiver run up your spine, but you stay still.

         "I did get off track, didn't I?" Frieza asks. His hand comes to rest on your shoulder, and the contact makes you jump a bit. This brings a smirk to the tyrants face as his hand slides down your arm and to your wrist. He picks it up, then raises your arm in the air. You watch nervously as he inspects the limb with a bored expression. "I've been curious, (Y\N). Have any of these brutes taken you?" The question makes you sputter and blush darkly, and you grow stiff in embarrassment.

         "N-No, My Lord! That's highly inappropriate... I-I would never sleep around the ship!" Your voice cracks slightly, which makes Frieza chuckle at your innocence.

         "I'll see to it that you don't," the tyrant swears, which makes you stumble back in fear. He's going to kill you to make sure you don't fuck the people on this ship? Your attempts to escape are in vain, however, as Frieza's tail wraps around your ankle. You fall backwards and wince, but the pain is forgotten once you see Frieza towering over you.