Summary: What truly defines a hunter? Power? Speed? Maybe, heightened senses...?
One step short of fulfilling his wish, the prince of all Saiyans will have to learn this from his own experience... and not in the easiest way. But when has he ever turned down a challenge?
And still...
...what is wrong with this woman!?
Tags: Reader-Insert, Smut, Enemies to Lovers, Power Shifts, Sexual Tension, Humor, Dirty Talk, Namek Vegeta, Virgin Vegeta, Assertive Reader, Oral Sex, Detailed Blow Job, Blow Jobs With Teeth, Deepthroating, Extreme levels of cock thirst, Orgasm Delay, Orgasm Control, Dry Orgasm, Masturbation, Gloves, Glove Kink, Vaginal Sex, Cowgirl Position, Unprotected Sex, Mild Hurt/Comfort
Wordcount: 73,073
Author's Note: A naughty little idea inspired by a number of stories published on Tumblr in the wake of virgin!Vegeta's popularity. Unexpectedly, it led to a burst of inspiration, which resulted in a multi-chapter story that was just so incredibly interesting to write. In it, you will find the most prudish Saiyan prince and the wild enemies-to-lovers dynamic unfolding through a deeply detailed blow job.
Vegeta is rough on the edges, but the Reader is no lamb either. How will this end?
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Chapter 1: A stealthy approach.
There could have been much better hiding places, if you were honest with yourself. The large and spacious cavern, mottled with skylights in the middle of the ceiling, was found in great hurry and did not inspire a sense of security. Although on Namek it was hardly inspired by anything at all. Especially by the sight of a man of alien origin who paced the cave floor tirelessly, striding up and down through the shadows and periodically stopping with an extremely focused face as if to listen to the surroundings closely.
How long has it been? Two hours? Three? You checked your watch and pursed your lips. One hour and twenty-three minutes of useless sitting on the Dragon Balls to make sure they didn’t all roll away while contemplating the sight of His Displeased Highness Prince Vegeta, who wouldn't even really talk to you. How slowly time dragged on...
Closing your eyes, you basked in the rays of light falling from the surface through the openings above you. The warmth of three suns, which made this planet a beautiful, flourishing blue meadow, gently caressed your face. You could probably relax and have some sleep like this to make the time pass faster…
If it hadn't been for this impatient, irritating stomping!
"...What is taking them so long…!?" Vegeta muttered, seemingly talking to his peevish self, but you jumped eagerly at the opportunity to draw him into conversation nonetheless.
“Are you in a hurry?” you asked, crossing your legs and placing an elbow on your knee to prop your chin on the palm. If the master of composure couldn't act calmly, why should you even try?
“Tch! I think I have made myself clear - quit bothering me, woman!” he snapped intemperately.
And what was so important going on in his head that he just couldn’t get his mind off, you wondered. Interesting… Not that you were truly expecting him to answer after all his irate, disdainful rebuffs, but this idle waiting was apparently starting to get on his nerves, too.
“Of course, I am in a hurry, ” he finally grumbled an actual response. “There is only one Ball left to gather and I will finally get my immortality!"
You rolled your eyes, turning your head away with a dramatic arching motion before returning your gaze to his tensely frozen face. His eyebrow twitched as if it was about to drop down, and you decided to explain your reaction, opening the palm of your other hand in his direction,
“Just look at yourself. Where is the cold-blooded warrior invader from outer space whose mere shadow made the best fighters of the Earth train to their painful limits while internally trembling with foreboding for the whole year?”
Vegeta halted his pace abruptly, digging his heels into the thin layer of stone dust. Oh, he knew perfectly well what a menace he was, but did anyone ever put it into words like this, waxing lyrical about his greatness? His eyes glinted at you from the shadows and didn't move away, staying riveted on your face. You internally squealed and dropped your hand across your thighs to gripple the fabric of your pants in an uncontainable fit of excitement. You finally managed to get his undivided attention!
With such shameless flattery…!
Men…
And still, an invigorating thrill began to tingle every fibre of your body. Alien or not, Vegeta just showed you a potential vulnerability of such a sweet sort it felt totally worthy of exploiti… exploring! Mentally giggling, you teased,
“Would you rather wish for less stress?”
His teeth clacked, baring as he wrinkled his nose, and then you heard them grinding. Uh-oh, how very scary. Suddenly, a spilling wave of warmth swept through the sensitive place between your thighs where you had only felt the coolness of the Dragon Ball before. You felt like fidgeting a little but made an effort to restrain yourself. Though the prince seemed to swallow his ire, his eyes were flashing unkindly.
“I will not need to if you just keep your mouth shut!” he lashed out impetuously and turned, effectively putting an end to your exchange.
As if! You thought defiantly. He couldn’t make you give up so easily.
Casually dangling your leg, you brought your hand to your face, bending fingers towards the palm and pretending to be completely absorbed in examining your nails. Sheesh, you internally shuddered, you should have brought your manicure set... ugh! Whatever, you dismissed the thought. The point was to avoid showing him that you were taking your intentions towards him one iota seriously. But you simply couldn't miss this opportunity…! Attitude, hold your attitude, you kept tuning yourself. You can do it, just…
…Just don't blush.
Breathe.
"I know how we can achieve both ,” you exhaled and paused meaningfully to mask the traitorous spasm of your throat. Another breath. "...And we won't even need Dragon Balls for that."
Slowly, with a face flat and unreadable, the Saiyan prince turned back to you and cocked his eyebrow.
Breathe. Breathe. Breathe, you were mentally instructing yourself. The heavy pounding in your chest refused to cease, but at least the fresh air seemed to take away the heat from your cheeks. Sitting in the very center of the cavern under the shining rays that broke the comfortable and calming underground gloom, you were so fully out in the open. You couldn't allow your body to do the talking in your stead.
Vegeta was not a friend.
His eyes narrowed at you and he winced, as if disgusted, when it finally hit him.
“What are you babbling about? What made you think I might be the least bit interested in a human woman? This is ridi...”
Unhurriedly, you straightened, directing the arm lying on your thigh up. Vegeta lost his speech when your forearm ‘accidentally’ bumped against your breasts and raised higher, making them bounce down. Smiling softly you kept moving it upward until your hand reached your neck. Then you languidly shoved your forefinger under the collar of the black armor shirt you… ‘borrowed’ from the Frieza Force’s stocks.
"These clothes are... mmmh… Sooo very tight...!" you drawled sensually, pulling at the edge and exposing more skin underneath.
A crease formed on Vegeta’s brow as he stared at you in what looked like some sort of bafflement. But what you really liked about him among many other things was that he was not a fool. It was incredibly entertaining to play with him, challenging his Saiyan mind and observing his thought process afterward, because … Yes! You rejoiced when awareness flashed in his eyes and he lowered his confounded gaze to the titillating sight of the swelling bulge in his crotch.
Even though he was still enveloped in the shadows, the uneven lighting of the cave was enough to let you notice the blood rushing to his dignified face. Your eyes widened and you could barely keep your mouth from gaping. It was excusable for you, but did the mighty, proud, and arrogant Prince of All Saiyans just blush? Taking the bull by the horns, you remarked to consolidate the effect,
Summary: On the day of the androids’ arrival, Vegeta rushes to the supposed place of their appearance which a strange but powerful Saiyan kid had predicted. Noticing a small sulking figure sitting on the roof of the Capsule Corporation and staring into the sky, the prince decides to make a stop.
He'll be late for the androids, but for all he cares, he has something to show her…!
Tags: Reader-Insert, Smut, Android Saga Vegeta, Vegeta is Bad at Feelings, Dom/sub, Dom Vegeta, sub Reader, Arguing, Emotions, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Making Up, Sexual Tension, Gentle Kissing, Light Petting, Heavy Petting, Glove Kink, Hand & Finger Kink, Cunnilingus, Vaginal Fingering, Fingerfucking, Orgasm Edging, Orgasm Control, Multiple Orgasms, Gentle Sex, Vaginal Sex, Super Saiyan, Super Saiyan Kink, Loss of Control, Rough Kissing, Rough Sex, Unsafe Sex, Breeding Kink, Impregnation, Surprise Ending, Dirty Talk
Wordcount: 35,470
Author's Note: I wrote this work for several months before publishing it over the Christmas holidays last year. Probably some people have already read it, but I drew a little art for it and decided it's worth sharing here. The mood of the story is quite emotional and tender, and the time period for the events was not chosen by chance. I am particularly proud of the prince's transformation part! And the ending is a real surprise, I swear (・ω・)ノ
If you decide to read this, I hope you'll have fun!
And special thanks to everyone who left me kudos and comments - it gives me so much motivation to keep writing and share! ♡
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Chapter 1: A heated argument.
Your heart leaped at the sight of the figure shooting through the skies like a late star. Everyone was already there, and you didn’t doubt who it was - arrogant and prideful, making others wait for his royal appearance - Prince Vegeta. A stray Saiyan from outer space, and a villainous one in addition to the rest of his shortcomings.
But he was really coming for the battle! You pressed a few buttons on your comm device to send a signal to Bulma, who was already in the fields with the rest of the group - fully equipped for any eventualities, risky and adventurous as ever. Then you put the tech down beside your blanket that protected you from the morning coldness of the dewed roof surface, and went back to your solitary ruminating, feeling somewhat sad, somewhat lonely, somewhat lost.
Yes, everyone was there but you. One look at your face early in the morning and your own scrupulously prepared gear, ammunition, even accouterments were all withdrawn and locked up. Instead, you were handed a fluffy soft plaid blanket, a mug of anti-stress tea, and a transmitter for your coordinating function. No explanations were offered regarding who exactly needed to be coordinated or for what purpose, and you persistently pushed away demoralizing thoughts of your own uselessness at such a dire hour.
But perhaps, the chances of the team ‘Earth’ were not as thin if Vegeta, an incredibly powerful and skillful warrior - you had to give him at least that - actually decided to join them. If you’re lucky enough, you thought bitterly, he and the androids would just annihilate each other, leaving behind nothing that you could hope for and nothing that you could miss.
Stupid Saiyans. Stupid androids.
Stupid, stupid, stupid heart.
The dark star in the sky stopped its rapid flight and hovered over the corporation building, causing the silly blood-pumping thing in your chest to skip beats, apparently dying from the desire to meet its end early.
What is he doing there? Considering using the restroom…? you ridiculed mentally to calm yourself down a bit.
An unkind, probably even vile semblance of a smile twisted your lips and you snorted. You found it hard to deny yourself the vicious pleasure of making jokes about the Saiyan prince behind his back lately… You had to direct your thoughts about him somewhere before you went mad. It was impossible to count how many times you've replayed all sorts of scenarios in your head imagining making him regret what he did. With each passing day, the weight of resentment in your chest grew heavier and heavier, gradually eclipsing the tender feelings for him that once warmed you.
Tender feelings that someone like him simply didn't deserve! Rude, insensitive, alienating and scornful, you kept riling yourself up. Insufferable!
But… did he stop there because he noticed you?
It couldn't have been a coincidence! Your heart made another leap and you violently shook your head. In any case, he'd better not even try to come down here and talk to you...!
Oh, wait, you narrowed your eyes at his figure, is he actually descending...? Shit-shit-shit-shit! you internally panicked. Evoking evil by making evil prophecies!
Your pulse started pounding like crazy when the soles of his shoes landed quietly on the roof behind your back, all too close to the place from which you were watching the skies.
…Yes, watching the skies, not waiting in the desperate hope of getting a glimpse of him!
Ugh.
Needless to say, you didn't do well protecting yourself from his brutish, masculine charm which persisted in your memory as if carved there. Day after day you kept rolling over all sorts of nasty things about him in your head, setting and programming yourself to raise enough shields around your heart to stop reacting to the prince even a teeny-tiny little bit. And yet, at the moment of his approach a sweet lump of anticipation to see and hear him fixed in a tight spasm inside you, causing you weakness accompanied by a slight trembling all over your body.
Nothing has changed, you thought, frustrated to the end of your tether. All this time you spent suffering and crying inconsolably, hoping that your feelings for him would pour out of you along with your tears, you have achieved nothing. It was all in vain.
All you yearned for was for him to finally touch you.
Infuriating. Unacceptable. Discomposed, you hugged your knees and buried your face in them to shut yourself from the world completely.
The reason of your frustration took a deep breath behind your back.
“Why are you here alone? Have nothing better to do?” Vegeta asked by way of greeting. His rough, deep voice cut through the morning air, making you shiver, although it was already getting warm under the rays of the sun slowly moving towards the zenith.
What could you possibly answer him? It felt impossible to express all the emotions that you have accumulated over the past year in just a few words. Refusing to waste your energy on attempts to come up with more of them to build a decent speech, you didn't want to even try.
At your lack of response, aggravatingly oblivious to your inner soul-tearing conflict, Vegeta continued,
“Have you decided to say goodbye to your beloved planet in advance? Then you will be interested to know that there is no need for that anymore because I, Prince Vegeta, have finally..." his tone gained his signature high-and-mighty strength, weighing hard on your final straw.
Kr-rak!
“Why do you suddenly care...!?” you snapped in a hushed yell without turning to him, clenching your fists, still hugging your knees tightly. “Go where you were going, I'm not holding you!”
You never thought you could hear the man frown. But Vegeta was generally capable of unimaginable things. And unimaginable cruelties, you reminded yourself sternly. You won't buy into his fake concern anymore. All the prince was interested in was his own goals and the tools that could help him succeed, and you were a fool to think otherwise.
He won't get any more help or involvement from you, period! The line of your lips tightened, and your nails dug painfully into the heels of your palms. And you don't care about his fate.
“I am exactly where I want to be, woman, or I wouldn’t be here,” Vegeta grumbled with austerity. "If I was in the mood for wrangling I would say you dared to send me away.”
You didn't answer, clenching your teeth. The silence was becoming uncomfortable, but not for anything in the world would you open your lips and let out the emotional stream fiercely swirling inside of you. Not in his presence.
Aloof, rank egoist. Bleh!
“Do you really have nothing to say to a warrior who goes into battle to protect you and your home?” a displeased mutter undertoned with righteous indignation came from behind.
BAM! You hit the roof on both sides with your white-knuckled fists.
“Did you have anything to say to me before you disappeared for a whole year?" you screamed in a voice that didn’t sound like your own. “Did you have anything to say before you left me alone?”
“Alone?” His tone became increasingly uncomprehending, getting on your nerves. “This place is usually so overcrowded it’s easier to find an inhabited planet in a cold-star galaxy than some privacy here!”
“Alone without you!” Words, loud and clear, pealed among the buildings as a grievous, pained echo, and you pursed your lips, listening to the fading reflections of your outcry. How miserable you sounded…
It was all his fault.
“I… do not understand,” Vegeta seemed even more puzzled by your sudden aggressiveness. Of course, because you always tried to be nice to him before! But it was all in the past. He lost your favor. No, he threw it away…!
“You never did,” you stated matter-of-factly, hiding behind the poorly performed indifference.
A ringing, suffocating silence surrounded you. There was not a single soul in the courtyard at this hour - all employees were already at their workplaces, and all activities within the Capsule Corporation were canceled due to the unfolding doomsday events. The sun lay on thick panels of the building and you opened your hands to press your cold, trembling palms to the roof surface in the hope of absorbing some warmth.
The heavy, intruding presence of the Saiyan prince started to unnerve you seriously. Big deal, you thought, you also knew how to play silent…! And still, how long were you supposed to hold back, and… for what?
Before you could stop yourself, your unruly tongue has already let itself loose.
“Just be honest - you never gave a damn about me,” you lamented and your shoulders hung lifelessly. “Who am I compared to your greatness anyway, right? No more than a random speck of dust on your boot, is that how you see me? I managed to be of some use to you, and I should have been honored and satisfied by this privilege,” you swallowed a lump down your throat, feeling the shameful stinging of coming tears in your eyes. “I shouldn't have wanted more. I shouldn't have distracted you with my attention.”
Once you started to speak, the feelings that bubbled impatiently inside of you for so long could hardly be stopped. Voicing them through words was hurting you in countless ways like walking on broken glasses, but you no longer cared. Perhaps you could feel a little better if you made an effort to let them all go and lighten your burden.
At least, he was finally here to hear them. You sighed when the tension inside you seemed to ease a bit. Just a little, but enough for you to keep talking.
“Since you appeared here, all wary and hostile, I… Did you even notice?” your weak, breaking voice wavered forlornly. “I've been trying to reach you, I… really tried. Because I thought... I thought I felt you! I was sure I could understand you! I mean… What everyone sees is not the real you... I just I know it! I was so curious about you, about your life, that I… I couldn’t help but want to spend more time together - to express how I feel, to see more of this ‘you’ that you rarely show…"
Even realizing that you were talking about yourself too much, understanding that someone who had been away from you for a year probably wasn't interested in it at all, you knew that you had to say it, and you spoke your heart out.
"I just wanted to stay around you,” the grip of love had you by the throat and it painfully spasmed. You swallowed again and your lips quivered as you whispered, “I wanted to be with you.”
Like a cold knife plunged deep into your heart came the memories of those several days you spent plucking up the courage to ask Vegeta for permission to attend his training… How cutely bewildered he was before he waved his “whatever”... How much fun and good time you had, spending your days around him with your trusty laptop, inexplicably feeling safer next to him than anywhere else… How his eyes started to gleam at the sight of you and how you began to feel that something was blooming between you two...
And how, just a few months later when you already couldn't imagine your day without him you were running all over the corporation, nagging everyone and distracting them from their work, looking for the prince everywhere and finding nowhere. Eventually, someone took mercy and told you that Vegeta had disappeared. Rumors were that he flew off for some ‘special training’. Never in your life have you felt so ashamed… and lonely.
Pining for him, you waited for days. No matter what you did, nothing helped you get your mind off your heartbreaking loss, and soon you didn't want to do anything at all, dragging yourself through your routines day after day. Despite all its wonders, the world seemed to fade for you. Those bleak days turned to increasingly bleak weeks, weeks turned to months, and pretty soon those months turned into a whole year with very little to help you banish the blues.
Humiliating. Unforgivable.
“You feel… bad?” Vegeta asked and you huffed at such a blunt, ungracious mockery. To your further disgruntlement, the heavy earnestness in his tone showed that it wasn't meant to be a joke.
This is disgusting, you made a sour face. He poked you with this general, impersonal question, like a boxer on a surgical operation, not knowing whether he was looking for the sore spot to cure the patient or finish him off.
But the worst part was that his short question was actually… very loaded. Admitting that you felt bad because of him would have meant admitting that you still had feelings for him, and you had strictly denied yourself to have any of the sort. There shouldn’t have been any doubts.
Burn the bridges, you enjoined yourself decisively. Make him annoyed enough to drop whatever he came here for. Even if he will hate you for it - he was the first one to turn his back on you anyway.
“Never felt better,” you threw defiantly. “And even if I felt bad, I wouldn't turn to you if you were the last living thing on this planet…!”
Vegeta scoffed.
“Interesting. You do not talk like that,” He made a pause and sneering notes died down in his voice. “...Usually.”
You gasped in both shock and outrage. This… this… this alien dared to behave so familiarly!
“As if you know how I usually talk!” you exploded, gripping your clothes so tightly they cracked at the seams. “You never listen to anyone but yourself!”
“Wrong,” he dropped, concise as ever.
Obviously in no hurry to relieve your stress by elaborating further! You were ready to cry from your bursting emotions. How could he not notice the signs you were giving!? He acted like he didn’t understand the simplest things! You've been thinking about what happened for so long and so laboriously that for you everything was as clear as daylight, and either he didn't care enough to do the same, or…
Or he was playing the fool!
“Meaning you listened but preferred to ignore!!” you fumed. Expression of resentment fermented by anger and loneliness has long become a governing philosophy of your mind and an end in itself, demanding you give yourself to it without any regard. Standing there next to you and doing nothing, the prince was bound to take the brunt. “It’s even worse!!!”
“Wrong again.”
Just two simple words uttered in his tense and cold, but confident tone without the slightest shade of doubt fell into your boiling inner ocean and lowered the temperature by several tens of degrees at once. Unexpectedly for you, the stranglehold on your chest loosened again. Was it happening because of him…? You took a calmer, a bit shaky breath and waited for the prince to continue, but he fell silent again and you almost wailed in disappointment. Why even…?
Because you wanted to be wrong, you realized. You wanted it badly.
But did he say it because he refused to admit guilt, or simply to argue out of pure stubbornness, or were you… really… thinking too much…?
Aaagrh, what a walking hardship! You decided to resort to ignoring him. No matter the reasons, your pain was real. It wasn't something that could be fixed in just a couple of minutes. You didn't know if it could be fixed at all, and the thought of trying was giving you a headache.
When is he going to leave? You thought in exasperation. You needed to see his retreating back. Perhaps this was exactly what would have helped you to finally purge yourself of the feelings for him.
Come on, you started tapping your foot irritably and threw a hateful look toward Amenbo Island. It's much more interesting there, isn’t it?
Leave.
“Look at me, woman,” Vegeta callously broke the silence. It sounded like an order.
Dropping your head on your knees you froze motionless as a statue. He can’t miss that fight. He will go away soon and relieve you from going over all the 'ifs' and 'whys' in your head for the millionth time.
You heard his tongue click - “Tch!” - a strangely comforting sound for you, starved for his presence - and his intemperate voice said,
“I don’t have time for this…”
Then there was the sound of footsteps circling you. Something heavy lowered in front of the spot you occupied and before you could grasp his intentions, a pair of gloved hands grabbed your head and slowly raised it to meet his studying gaze.
Your eyes widened. How serious, stern, and handsome he looked… How you missed that face! Only his eyes somehow changed… Tempered, like steel. But it was not even the most shocking part. Apparently deeming it necessary to come down to your level, the proud prince of all Saiyans was standing on a bent knee, and the fabric of his white gloves did not prevent you from feeling his intention to connect with you.
Through the firm, but gentle touch.
“You have the eyes of a doomed one,” a shadow fell over his countenance and his features turned omen-like sinister. “Someone had hurt you.” Anger flashed in his black eyes and they gained miraculous depth as he uttered the next word in a tone of uncompromising cold fury. “Who?”
His energy crackled around him in a few bluish discharges, and you smelled ozone in the air. Suddenly, his aura burst around his body, flaming as it streamed out with the distinctive, undulating zhooming sound.
You squinted as a gust of hot wind hit you, blowing the hair from your face and leaving it exposed, while a wave of searing indignation swallowed up your surprise at his explosive reaction. How, how could he not understand? You tried to jerk your head away but failed to overcome the strength of his deceptively human-like fingers and closed your eyes in the rebellious refusal to look at him.
“Woman,” Vegeta gritted out with cruel insistence. “Speak.”
“You are never responsible for your own deeds, are you?” you asked sourly, meaning to prick his dignity, and returned his inquisitive gaze.
It seemed that you managed to confuse the thoughts of the prince for a few solid seconds before his aura vanished in an instant as if swept off his body.
“You cannot be serious. Me!? ” To your profound vexation, he sounded sincere. “I was not even here! I was training!”
“Men always have someone better to do than deal with us women, do they,” you snarked accusingly, looking straight at him so there would be no trace of doubt who exactly you were referring to. “Why won't you just go to your war.”
And help me get rid of you, you mentally added, inwardly sickened with your own rancor and acrimony. You definitely needed to dispose of what made you like this. His leaving made such perfect sense when so little else did, and it would have certainly wrenched him from your heart once and for all.
It should have.
Unfortunately, the Saiyan prince always had his own opinion on any matter.
“My war?” Vegeta intoned. Wrinkling his nose, he scowled, “My war is right here now.” Then he narrowed his eyes at you. “How am I to defeat androids if I can't handle one human woman?”
That’s it! Seeing red, you sprung to your feet about to show him what a handful ‘one human woman’ can be in wrath, and the prince instantly followed suit, straightening to stand squarely in all the growth he had - legs planted wide, arms crossed on his chest, chin raised sky high. You lost your speech witnessing him in detail from such a close distance after the whole year he spent training who knows where and no one knows how.
You were not mentally prepared for this.
Why didn't anyone warn you that surly and rude, snappish stumpy would carve something so unearthly beautiful out of his initially good physical form? The desire to examine him from head to toe felt unbearable and it cost you incredible effort to keep your hungry gaze on his displeased and haughty, but oh so dear face.
A pleasant warmth spread in your chest. Ah, these storms of feelings he always caused you…!
“Vegeta…” you mouthed breathlessly with your suddenly dry lips. The corner of his mouth gained a smug curl.
“Like what you see?” He tilted his head, cocking his expressive black brow, but your tongue had basely betrayed you. You could only breathe deeply, wrestling down your excited imagination while the rush of heat doused you, nestling deep in your loins. The smirk of the prince widened. Having absorbed enough of your silent, stunned awe, Vegeta pressed on, “There is not enough time for me to play your games and figure it out all on my own,” he stated with a hint of pretentious demand. “Help me.”
You groaned, making a face and burying it in your hands. He was doing it again. You could never resist his requests, even if they were expressed in a form like this. You knew it. He knew it. Everyone else knew it and they've never been shy to make fun of you on that part.
But it never bothered you, really. Before.
Was it even wise now to help him pick keys to your heart that you endeavored to lock so painstakingly? Your breathing stopped for a few moments while a treacherous, corrupting thought wormed its way into your mind. Could it be what he truly wanted to achieve by lingering here? To get to your heart?
You looked at him through slightly spread fingers. Vegeta kept drilling into you with his piercing gaze, awaiting your next move, and you internally shrunk with your fingers clutching your face. You didn't have much of a choice, did you… ?
He asked for it.
Clenching your fists you resolutely brought them down to your sides and filled your lungs with air to the absolute limit, feeling the anger coming up in your throat.
“I did everything to show you how I feel about you except saying it directly to your face, and you still left!” You lashed, giving voice to words unsaid. “You rejected me!”
“What nonsense,” Vegeta grunted huffily as faint annoyance wrinkled his nose and his forehead. “Do you even hear yourself? I…”
“Of course I do!” you yelled, shivery with nervous energy. Shouting at a powerful creature known for his hot temper was most unwise, but you could hardly control it. Despite everything you've been through trying to move on with the void he left, deep down you still wanted to fill it. To heal it. To bring back those good feelings you used to have around him.
And you felt ready to risk your last mental strength to fight for it.
Vegeta winced when your voice cut his sharp Saiyan hearing and palmed his ears, squinting. Having ascertained that despite your angry snuffling, you were not going to continue your sonic attack, he swiftly lowered his hands like nothing had happened, and you could have sworn that a muscle twitched under his eye.
“I did not reject you!” he retorted fiercely. “You have made it up yourself! How am I responsible for this? This is absurd!”
“Why didn't you do anything then?!” you furiously tossed your head, refusing to be misled. “At that level of incomprehensiveness, one might say that she was ignored!”
“And still be wrong! Why are we even having this talk? Is there nothing more important happening right now? To hell with your earthling mind games, I…” Seeing your expression, he stammered, grimacing as if he had bitten his tongue hard. “What do you expect me to do about it!!?”
He will never understand, flashed through your mind. It was all for naught.
“There’s nothing you can do!” you stormed. “Just go away!”
“I…” he started, and you flew off the handle.
“Don't want to hear from you anymore! Never!”
“Wo…”
“Stop wasting your time with me, would you?”
“Aaagrh, let me say, damn it!” he growled with a threateningly resonating rumble to his tone, taking a step toward you with his fist raised angrily in your direction. Your blood ran cold and drained from your face as you broke a sticky sweat. Vegeta closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose, exhaling deeply, then opened his palm and looked at you to bark an irked explanation. “I've killed people for far less than interrupting me like this, woman!”
"So what, I should be grateful I'm still breathing, you, great, mighty, and murderous prince Vegeta?” you ranted, choking with outrage. “Is that what you wanted to say...!? Is that how you want this to end between us…!?"
"...Words will not do it, I see."
In a heartbeat, his strong fingers encircled your throat and you felt your delicate pulse beating against his thumb, but before the real terror could seize you, the prince pulled you so close to his face that you tasted his breath. Your cheeks instantly flared. He paused briefly to lock gazes with you, having you transfixed by the sight of yourself in the dark mirrors of his eyes, then pressed his lips to yours, sniffing hungrily while pinching, probing, and sampling your mouth.
The whole world just swam for a moment before you remembered yourself.
"How da… umf! Get away alrea… mnf!” Startled and confused, you tried to step back and push him away, shouting out words of protest from under his conquering lips, but Vegeta seemed to enjoy silencing you every time by covering your mouth with his, while his firm hand held you in place.“Mnmnmnfff! Mmmgrhhh!” You kept objecting, venting your grief and anger through hitting his hard shoulders until your strength ran out, leaving only a dull ache in your fists and a hollow weakness inside.
You had to slap him! You had to…! Your raised palm was immediately captured by his rough fingers, intertwining with yours. An assertive squeeze of his steady, warm hands made you feel yourself melting in the captivity of his secure grip.
“Mmm…” you drawled languidly, closing your eyes and taking the chance to stop your resistance. Just for a minute… or two. You've been dreaming about this for so long and so desperately, and he tasted so warm and good, holding you so nice and tight…
Vegeta pulled back abruptly, leaving you panting and craving for more as he searched your eyes which were veiled with a sensual haze. You just couldn’t find the strength to force yourself sober - he looked simply too seductive through this veil and for once, his face was inviting. You almost moaned when his hand moved to the back of your head and the tips of his fingers began to slowly massage your neck which was still stiff from sitting for a long time. It must have been a dream - no way in the universe this brute could be that gentle.
"I did not ignore you,” he leaned to murmur into your ear and his words fell right onto the plowed soil of your heart, well-fertilized by the ruins of your initial passion for him. Kindred and longed, these words immediately sprouted, taking root. You wanted to hate yourself for this and at the same time thanked the heavens you were still able to feel such genuine love. The hot lips of the prince closed on your earlobe and he nibbled on it, sending naughty shivers down your core while his other hand kept warming your fingers which appeared to be so unexpectedly cold compared to his. “I wish I could! How was I supposed to keep things under control and train when my senses were constantly reaching out to you? Day after day you ruined my focus, and then you decided to start distracting me with your physical presence!”
Feeling about to faint digesting his words, you were not ready to give up yet. Grunting at yourself for more courage, you leaned back to condemn him to his face,
“You just ran away from difficulties!”
Vegeta pulled you back to growl against your feverish lips,
“The prince of all Saiyans runs from nothing, remember that!” he snarled. “Did you forget that you are a human? Did you forget how weak your body is?”
You didn't even have time to gasp at the pain when his fingers twitched on your neck for just a brief instant, but it was enough for you to realize that you would most likely be bruised. You blinked at him with tearful eyes and his face darkened, looking drawn.
“I trained without sleep and rest to gain full control over my growing power, which I had to increase to prepare for the androids! Do you think it was easy!? Do you think it was fun!?” He threw your hand away, stretching his arm to the side in an angry explanatory gesture. At this point, he was practically shouting. “But it was exactly what I needed! You must understand why I gave priority to these tasks!”
“Just how stupid do you think I am to believe that?” You choked out resentfully, clinging to his wrist at your neck and fighting back tears. “If you broke everything you touched so easily, you wouldn't even be able to go wee-wee without causing destruction!”
Vegeta blinked dumbfoundedly and raised eyebrows, making a strange sound - something between a grunt and a snort - then suddenly his face was alit with a flurry of lively shades. Recognizing the subtle signs that amusement was splashing behind his insulted and disapproving glower, you could not restrain a disobedient smile that snuck on your lips.
It was him, you admired. The one you fell in love with, the one that only you managed to see and know. For a few moments, you just exchanged telling gazes, as if understanding each other without words. His fingers on your neck loosened, his shoulders started jiggling slightly while he looked at you somewhat benignly with a grin lurking in the eyes and corners of his mouth, and you knew he was grateful for this joke. No matter how silly it was, it served well by defusing the aggressive tension that none of you really wanted to escalate.
You couldn’t resist when he leaned to kiss you again. His exacting lips breathed affection and the eager movements of his tongue spelled desire as his palm moved to your cheek, cupping it with startling care.
When your shared breathing became insufficient for two, you parted for air.
“If I wanted to listen to clowns, I would have been on the battlefield by now, you, indelicate woman,” Vegeta heaved with his eyes glued to your lips.
“Perhaps you would have learned something there…” He raised a brow at you with a challenging expectation. “Goku has never hurt any of us...”
The prince instantly tensed and grabbed you by the shoulders, giving you a slight shake. You were struck by the somber fire in his deep eyes that seemed to fall in underneath his dark eyebrows, formidably contracted downward, and instantly regretted that you couldn’t bite your tongue before the words left your mouth.
“You seem to be forgetting who I am,” he hissed, shaking you again as his eyes flashed with the long-forgotten madman’s light, scaring you to half-death. “You seem to be forgetting where I came from.” You couldn’t help but feel a lifeless puppet as the world around you rocked once more. “I’m the prince of all Saiyans - the elite, the strongest, the best of the ultimate warrior race! I've been fighting to destroy and destroying to fight - all my life! How could I trust myself to touch such a… such a…” His eyes fell on your chest and trailed lower before he fetched himself up sharply. “Tch, a human body like yours, for anything but an attempt to destroy it?”
Shaking you again he clenched his fingers too tightly, but to your wonderment, this time the pain didn’t scare you. Quite the opposite! You realized how much you wanted to prove that you were not as fragile as he thought. Why? In response, your guts were twisted with another revelation. Apparently realizing what he was doing, Vegeta released your arms and took a step back.
“My training should not have taken so long,” he grumbled, averting his deep frown. “But even though I stayed away from you I was still constantly distracted.” He jerked his head as if trying to banish the memories, then raised his fingers-spread palm to his chest. “But I got over it!” the prince declared proudly. His gaze fell on his hand which he clenched into a fist until his knuckles cracked, and a diabolical, triumphant grin crossed his face. “I did it. It has finally happened!”
A nasty feeling inside you squirmed again, much stronger this time, when his words brought the mallet down on the wedge that your recent discovery placed to your heart. Your smile slowly morphed into a sorrowful, lovelorn look.
You wanted him to be at ease with you. To de-stress. To relax. To forget his burdens, even if only for a little while. To feel free, not to impose his stringent control on your interaction as he had already done with all other parts of his life.
He made you suffer for a whole year and even managed to plant some foolish hope in you now only to ruin everything for you anyway.
You felt dizzy and swayed, clutching your forehead. Vegeta reached out to you, but you staggered back with a quiet, woeful yelp. Adrenaline caused by his attempt to get closer helped your consciousness stay afloat. It was simply outrageous to be affected by him to such an extent! you internally raged and took the bit in your mouth.
"Don’t touch me!” you hollered. Everything inside you kept knotting at the speed of thought, stretching tauter and tauter, almost to the point of rupture, turning you into a screaming bundle of unbearable pain and despair. “I was simply not good enough to make you stay, is that what you’re saying? And now that you have such perfect control over yourself and achieved everything you wanted, you decided you can carve out some time in your busy schedule for an insignificant, pathetic, hopeless me!?” your voice reached an ear-tearing pitch. “I don't need it! Just go to hell!!!"
"What!?” his jaw slacked, but he snapped it shut so quickly his teeth clacked. “Where does all this even come from!? Why did you choose exactly this moment to become so unreasonable!?"
“I didn't choose anything!!!” You had no idea you could yell this loudly. “You made a choice for us both and didn't care to ask my opinion! No moment is good enough for you!" You folded your arms under your chest crossly and pouted. "Leave me! You have much better things to do, do you!"
It was not a question, it was a bitter statement. You felt so exhausted, enervated by walking in loops. Did you really hope talking to him would change anything? What a precious, but silly dream.
This wouldn't have happened at all if he wasn't the person he was.
But you wouldn't have fallen in love with him if he wasn't the person he was, would you? a meddlesome little voice rustled in your head, forever doubting and always asking difficult questions.
You turned your head away with a deep sigh.
“I can't imagine ever treating you the same way I used to. Go away, Saiyan.” Knowing full well your emotions were carrying you far beyond the bounds of decency, you whispered almost pleadingly, “...Please.”
“That… I will not do,” Vegeta clenched his fists, tensing his posture, then threw a focused glance in a certain direction. “You do realize that your friends might die while I'm here with you, right?”
Hunched over, you ran your hands through your hair, clutching your head and staring off into space. The rush of blood in your ears deafened you. Everything will be fine, you reminded yourself of the mantra you persistently cycled through your head more and more often as the fateful day approached. The strongest, smartest, absolutely best people from all over the planet gathered there, and you believed in them unconditionally. That powerful Super Saiyan kid from the future, who brought the news of the attack of the androids, also promised to appear. Everything will be fine.
Everything will be okay.
The mean, cunning prince was just trying to manipulate your feelings.
“I told you to ‘go away’, what's not clear!?” You infuriatedly pulled your hands out of the mess of your hair, blustering at him at the top of your lungs. “Do what you please, live how you like, be wherever you want to be, save whoever you want to save, I don’t care, just stay away from me!!!”
You screamed so hysterically loud and uncontrollably that you couldn't tell if you were hearing an echo or were your own cries still ringing in your ears.
Vegeta looked at you fixedly, holding his scrutinizing gaze at your face until the last sounds died away in the distance.
“Your eyes tell me otherwise,” he refuted then, stretching out his hand in your direction. You recoiled from him like a leper. “They're calling me. What's the point of me saving others if I can't save you?”
He was going too far! you thought, bristling up. You refused to fall for his schemes.
“Since when do you think about anyone but yourself?” you spat snarkily, lowering your eyes in which he was obviously reading too much. “Begone.”
The prince didn’t move and continued to stand in front of you, challenging your confidence in your judgments. He wanted to fight more than anything, surfaced in your head without asking. He trained for it so hard. If he only thought about his goals, he would have already left to prevent anyone from getting ahead of himself. Your teeth clamped on your underlip which was still slightly swollen from his kisses, and you sniffed angrily, unable to restrain your mind from shaking the already sawn-off pillars of your resentment.
You peeked at him warily. Although his frowned gaze shifted to the ground level somewhere, a kaleidoscope of vaguely discernible expressions on his face did not stop - you just couldn't keep up and read them all. His head sat awkwardly on his unusually bent neck while his unblinking, vacant eyes twinkled gloomily under his scowl-creased forehead, and his fists trembled tensely while his breathing became increasingly more strained from the seemingly heavy inner turmoil.
You couldn't help but be mellowed by the sight.
Despite everything, Vegeta treated your argument so seriously… He struggled, fighting for the reasons you didn’t quite grasp, and refused to cede. You found yourself sympathizing with him, doubting if you could tolerate yourself in such a state the way he managed to tolerate you, and even started to feel a little bad for him - not just because of him, as you did before.
Your heart was touched by his resolve.
At this moment, he seemed to be looking for a way out… for both of you. You were not the one to dump your work on others, and you felt a reluctance to the idea of him trying to figure everything out all alone. Deep down, you knew you didn't want him to leave like this, in a quarrel, for a battle he might never come back from.
But apologies just wouldn't help here, and neither would excuses, you thought almost ruefully. And yet if he had admitted that he shouldn't have done what he did, you could at least bid him a proper farewell, and you hesitantly suggested,
“You… You could have taken me with you.”
His prickly gaze shot up to your face, making you flinch. Suddenly shy of your candor, you hurried to elaborate.
“I could have been cooking for you! I could have been mending your wounds! I can carry my work with me and it wouldn’t have been a problem…” You exhaled sharply, cutting off your gibberish. “If you simply explained everything, I swear I would have just stopped distracting you!”
“You have no idea what you are talking about,” Vegeta uttered indistinctly as a pinkish tint flashed and paled on his cheeks. “When you watch me train you smell... differently. I couldn’t focus when... ugh... like this," he forced out, his ever-so-strong voice trailing off.
“Even so…” you faltered, abashed. Damn his heightened senses! And yet, if he, uhhh, smelled it, then he must have understood... He knew everything! With a regained vengeful vigor, you condemned, “Even if it's true, you should have explained it anyway, not leave me without a word!”
“And how do you imagine…” the blush on his face reappeared to linger, “I would have said that?”
“I don't know!” You threw up your hands, diligently ignoring his ludicrous predicament. Of course, always being the first one to brag and mock others, he could barely connect two words in front of a woman…! “You were supposed to figure it out! What if I started seeing someone else?”
“Someone stronger than me that I could not have killed to claim you back?” the warrior prince grinned maliciously, obviously hiding his unease behind this outrageous display of superiority.
Your breath was taken away by the stunning wave of his belligerent, brutal charisma, but you were ready for it and responded with a strict frown and fists on your hips. It was nothing more than a bravura attempt to patch up his Saiyan pride wounded by his rather un-Saiyan embarrassment. This trick could have worked only on someone who didn’t know him well, and you didn't buy it.
“Someone strong enough to speak his thoughts and feelings directly, not making others get confused in their guesses!” you retaliated boldly.
"For hell's sake!” Vegeta cursed, freezing in the middle of an attempt to habitually cross his arms over his chest. His hands fell to his sides when he spoke to the tips of his boots. “I couldn’t focus knowing that you wanted me as much as I wanted you while I couldn’t risk laying a finger on your body!! But…” His lips tightened and his jaws bulged. The next moment he huffed and raised a set of hawkish eyes at you, glaring above his darkly flushed cheeks. “…I can now."
Suddenly the urge to step back from the alien prince pierced your shaky limbs, but you suppressed it fiercely, and the whole intensity of his close presence hit you out of nowhere as if some impenetrable wall between you and him had finally fallen.
He admitted it. He felt it, too. You were not alone in your torment.
Then your hand involuntarily shot up to cover your mouth and warming cheeks.
He came here for a reason.
"Do not treat me with silence now," Vegeta said coolly. "I need an answer".
"W-w-w-w-what answer? You didn't ask anything... !" you blurted, stuttering, trying to win more time to get your jumbled thoughts in order. The prince frowned.
"You are very bad at picking the time to be a pest," he grumbled, then his eyes defocused briefly before he frowned even deeper and looked away for a long moment, still and perceptive as if sensing something suspicious. You almost breathed a sigh of relief, but he instantly refocused his gaze on you, and the gulp of air got stuck in your throat. "Do you want me as I want you, woman?" he inquired in a voice full of royal dignity, sounding more determined and serious than ever.
Here it is, you understood without any more words. The moment of truth. He knew the answer, and still, he decided to ask you openly... To grant you a choice and to get direct confirmation of your desire for him, said aloud in your own words and your own voice, sealing between you something unsaid, but felt through.
What would happen next was up to you.
You mentally groaned. Unfortunately, a range of options didn’t make dealing with your competing urges any easier. If you say ‘no’, you may never see him again, if you say ‘yes’, this argument will end, and it will be too awkward and unbecoming to try to return to it later...The mere thought of ever bringing up this subject again made you feel queasy. You almost whined in helplessness, feeling the scales inexorably tilting towards where you were drawn with all your heart. And yet the little worm of doubt still gnawed at you.
"H-how can I give a conscious answer if you never even showed how much you... really want me?" A searing blush glowed brightly on your face, setting it on fire.
Vegeta looked at you, mildly confused. Then a wild smirk stretched his lips and his battlesome eyes were a brilliant black under his heavy brows.
But first! We must thoroughly understand this man's fractured and devastated sense of self. Only then can we truly appreciate how connected he feels to her while finger-banging the soul from her body.
Summary: What truly defines a hunter? Power? Speed? Maybe, heightened senses...?
One step short of fulfilling his wish, the prince of all Saiyans will have to learn this from his own experience... and not in the easiest way. But when has he ever turned down a challenge?
Author's Note: A naughty little idea inspired by a number of stories published on Tumblr in the wake of virgin!Vegeta's popularity. Unexpectedly, it led to a burst of inspiration, which resulted in a multi-chapter story that is just so incredibly interesting to write. In it, you will find the most prudish Saiyan prince and the wild enemies-to-lovers dynamic unfolding through a deeply detailed blow job.
Vegeta is rough on the edges, but the Reader is no lamb either. How will this end?
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Chapter 1: A stealthy approach.
There could have been much better hiding places, if you were honest with yourself. The large and spacious cavern, mottled with skylights in the middle of the ceiling, was found in great hurry and did not inspire a sense of security. Although on Namek it was hardly inspired by anything at all. Especially by the sight of a man of alien origin who paced the cave floor tirelessly, striding up and down through the shadows and periodically stopping with an extremely focused face as if to listen to the surroundings closely.
How long has it been? Two hours? Three? You checked your watch and pursed your lips. One hour and twenty-three minutes of useless sitting on the Dragon Balls to make sure they didn’t all roll away while contemplating the sight of His Displeased Highness Prince Vegeta, who wouldn't even really talk to you. How slowly time dragged on...
Closing your eyes, you basked in the rays of light falling from the surface through the openings above you. The warmth of three suns, which made this planet a beautiful, flourishing blue meadow, gently caressed your face. You could probably relax and have some sleep like this to make the time pass faster…
If it hadn't been for this impatient, irritating stomping!
"...What is taking them so long…!?" Vegeta muttered, seemingly talking to his peevish self, but you jumped eagerly at the opportunity to draw him into conversation nonetheless.
“Are you in a hurry?” you asked, crossing your legs and placing an elbow on your knee to prop your chin on the palm. If the master of composure couldn't act calmly, why should you even try?
“Tch! I think I have made myself clear - quit bothering me, woman!” he snapped intemperately.
And what was so important going on in his head that he just couldn’t get his mind off, you wondered. Interesting… Not that you were truly expecting him to answer after all his irate, disdainful rebuffs, but this idle waiting was apparently starting to get on his nerves, too.
“Of course, I am in a hurry, ” he finally grumbled an actual response. “There is only one Ball left to gather and I will finally get my immortality!"
You rolled your eyes, turning your head away with a dramatic arching motion before returning your gaze to his tensely frozen face. His eyebrow twitched as if it was about to drop down, and you decided to explain your reaction, opening the palm of your other hand in his direction,
“Just look at yourself. Where is the cold-blooded warrior invader from outer space whose mere shadow made the best fighters of the Earth train to their painful limits while internally trembling with foreboding for the whole year?”
Vegeta halted his pace abruptly, digging his heels into the thin layer of stone dust. Oh, he knew perfectly well what a menace he was, but did anyone ever put it into words like this, waxing lyrical about his greatness? His eyes glinted at you from the shadows and didn't move away, staying riveted on your face. You internally squealed and dropped your hand across your thighs to gripple the fabric of your pants in an uncontainable fit of excitement. You finally managed to get his undivided attention!
With such shameless flattery…!
Men…
And still, an invigorating thrill began to tingle every fibre of your body. Alien or not, Vegeta just showed you a potential vulnerability of such a sweet sort it felt totally worthy of exploiti… exploring! Mentally giggling, you teased,
“Would you rather wish for less stress?”
His teeth clacked, baring as he wrinkled his nose, and then you heard them grinding. Uh-oh, how very scary. Suddenly, a spilling wave of warmth swept through the sensitive place between your thighs where you had only felt the coolness of the Dragon Ball before. You felt like fidgeting a little but made an effort to restrain yourself. Though the prince seemed to swallow his ire, his eyes were flashing unkindly.
“I will not need to if you just keep your mouth shut!” he lashed out impetuously and turned, effectively putting an end to your exchange.
As if! You thought defiantly. He couldn’t make you give up so easily.
Casually dangling your leg, you brought your hand to your face, bending fingers towards the palm and pretending to be completely absorbed in examining your nails. Sheesh, you internally shuddered, you should have brought your manicure set... ugh! Whatever, you dismissed the thought. The point was to avoid showing him that you were taking your intentions towards him one iota seriously. But you simply couldn't miss this opportunity…! Attitude, hold your attitude, you kept tuning yourself. You can do it, just…
…Just don't blush.
Breathe.
"I know how we can achieve both ,” you exhaled and paused meaningfully to mask the traitorous spasm of your throat. Another breath. "...And we won't even need Dragon Balls for that."
Slowly, with a face flat and unreadable, the Saiyan prince turned back to you and cocked his eyebrow.
Breathe. Breathe. Breathe, you were mentally instructing yourself. The heavy pounding in your chest refused to cease, but at least the fresh air seemed to take away the heat from your cheeks. Sitting in the very center of the cavern under the shining rays that broke the comfortable and calming underground gloom, you were so fully out in the open. You couldn't allow your body to do the talking in your stead.
Vegeta was not a friend.
His eyes narrowed at you and he winced, as if disgusted, when it finally hit him.
“What are you babbling about? What made you think I might be the least bit interested in a human woman? This is ridi...”
Unhurriedly, you straightened, directing the arm lying on your thigh up. Vegeta lost his speech when your forearm ‘accidentally’ bumped against your breasts and raised higher, making them bounce down. Smiling softly you kept moving it upward until your hand reached your neck. Then you languidly shoved your forefinger under the collar of the black armor shirt you… ‘borrowed’ from the Frieza Force’s stocks.
"These clothes are... mmmh… Sooo very tight...!" you drawled sensually, pulling at the edge and exposing more skin underneath.
A crease formed on Vegeta’s brow as he stared at you in what looked like some sort of bafflement. But what you really liked about him among many other things was that he was not a fool. It was incredibly entertaining to play with him, challenging his Saiyan mind and observing his thought process afterward, because … Yes! You rejoiced when awareness flashed in his eyes and he lowered his confounded gaze to the titillating sight of the swelling bulge in his crotch.
Even though he was still enveloped in the shadows, the uneven lighting of the cave was enough to let you notice the blood rushing to his dignified face. Your eyes widened and you could barely keep your mouth from gaping. It was excusable for you, but did the mighty, proud, and arrogant Prince of All Saiyans just blush? Taking the bull by the horns, you remarked to consolidate the effect,
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Summary: Ever got curious why Seventeen rarely leaves his precious island and cares so much for his family? Let's take a peek (˵¬ᴗ¬˵)
Tags: Reader-Insert, Smut, Established Relationship, Emotions, Humor, Mild Hurt/Comfort, Teasing, Kissing, Vaginal Sex, Unprotected Sex, Breeding, Impregnation, Multiple Orgasms, Android/Cyborg Sex Has Advantages
Wordcount: 7,690
Author's Note: Thanks to sweet @biancacvel for making this request! I really loved the premise! ♡
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“Which one do you like better?” you asked, gently nudging Seventeen with your shoulder to get his attention.
You were lying on the bed together in his cozy hut, the room flooded with the dimmed amber light of the lamps. The interior was full of hand-crafted, rustic furniture, the air felt a little humid and smelled earthy and spicy - of wood, of forest, of nature. You’ve already gotten so used to this scent that it felt like home - after all, you've been living here for quite a while at that point. Around you, separated only by thick wooden walls, stretched the protected island, which your beloved guarded so zealously that it was simply impossible to call his mission the cold word ‘work’... But this was his rare day off, which he usually devoted entirely to you, so you wholeheartedly enjoyed your precious quality time with him.
You two always had plenty to do.
Right now, there were a couple of photos of his niece, Marron, lying on a plush patchwork quilt in front of you, with only one free photo frame left. All the other frames were already decorating the walls, filled with pictures of his favorite landscapes, rescued animals, portraits of his sister's family, and your photos together.
Seventeen had five more photos of the girl, fanned out in his black-gloved hands. He barely managed to tear his eyes away from them to focus on those you showed him. In one, Marron was trying her best to prettify her dad's bald head with glittery hair pins, and in the other, she was sticking out her tongue from behind her mom's leg, her cute little face pure unpunished mischief. At moments like this, she looked so much like her uncle…
Your boyfriend chuckled.
“Do I really have to choose? I love both,” Seventeen shrugged his shoulders, the gesture casual and graceful. “I'll just make a new frame when I find another suitable fallen tree,” he decided, then grinned. “Do you remember how, when she was born, I was afraid that she had inherited her father's baldness? Hahahah! This girl makes me smile so hard my face hurts.”
“Hurts?” you asked, smiling. You liked that the longer you lived with him, sharing hardships and joys, the more he allowed his lively, boyish self to peek out from under his mostly cold, indifferent facade. But with his incredible strength as an artificial human, it was easy to forget that he could feel things like pain.
“Yeah…” Seventeen dropped absent-mindedly, fully focused on the photos, then it suddenly clicked, and he turned to you, his silverish earrings flickering in the light. “Well, I can block it out, but I simply don’t wanna. I want to feel as much as I can…“
He returned to the pictures. His bright smile slowly faded, and his eyes, blue as the azure of heaven, clouded over.
You felt the change in his mood and waited silently, admiring his face. Vibrant, handsome. Genuine. Your heart skipped a beat. It was still so hard to believe that there was a mountain of metal deep under this smooth skin, and the beating heart which sustained his life was mechanical…
But to you, it didn't matter at all. Strong, reliable, loving, able to put his soul into whatever he undertook and cherish the memories of his loved ones with his whole heart, he was much more alive to you than many other people you knew.
Seventeen sighed.
“I'm just so glad for my sister,” he said quietly after a while. “It's incredible to find such happiness after everything we've been through, and Marron, she…” He stopped, and his lips tightened into a thin, restrained line. But then his eyes flickered to you, and his face relaxed. He shook his head and continued, “You see, she’s like a token of hope for us androids. Still can’t believe the old man left us reproductive… Wouldn't be surprised if it was easier for him to leave all our main systems intact than to risk our stability.” He chuckled unkindly, and old malice flashed in his eyes, sending shivers down your spine. “Not like it helped him…”
You bit your lip uneasily. Although you knew his heartrending story and long accepted his shady past, it wasn't what had been bothering you for weeks at this point. There was something you wanted to ask him for a long time, but… just… couldn’t make yourself. He was so excited about his niece - what if it was more than enough for him to be happy? Maybe he didn't need anything else…? Anything his… And yours...
…Yours both.
Your heart thumped against your ribs. Your lips trembled slightly, and you attempted to hide it with the tiny downward tilt of your chin.
“What is it?” Seventeen instantly asked, and you raised your sad, guilty eyes at him.
He was always attentive to you. Always worked hard to make sure you were well provided for and enjoyed your life. He loved it when you were happy, as if your every smile was the fruit of his efforts and his personal victory. And maybe they were… You felt so good with him that it felt almost a crime to wish for something more.
Still, hiding things from him was much more difficult and unpleasant than just saying them out loud… The pounding of your heart in your ears became deafening as you spilled,
“I… I just thought you deserved to be just as happy.” Not having the courage to hold his gaze, you averted your face, warm blush creeping up your cheeks. “Y-you know, to… to have a child of your own,” you whispered barely audibly, your voice dying down as you buried your face in your crossed arms.
Why were these words so difficult? you thought vexedly, your face burning, heart racing. You should have thought more, you should have phrased it better, more carefully, more delicately...
The next moment, the world turned. You got a glimpse of pretty colorful pictures scattering across the floor, then saw the ceiling, and against it, your favorite face framed by disheveled black hair, eyes electric blue. Holding your wrists, he pinned them to the bed on either side of your shoulders, and loomed over your body, his countenance a feverish mix of faint hope, disbelief, and… desire.
You swallowed thickly.
“Don’t play such games with me, darling,” he cautioned in a firm, deadpan voice that belied the intensity of his stare. “I can't make a child alone, and I might take you at your word.”
The beating of your life had stopped for a moment, then your heart fluttered warily in your chest.
“I… canceled… the pills…” you murmured, your lips barely obeying. “A while ago…”
His fingers twitched on your wrists, his eyes scanning, searching, exploring your face. You had seen sometimes how the huge, brutal poachers cowered under this piercing, glacial gaze, but never before had it chilled your blood like being turned directly at you.
“You didn't tell me,” his voice bit like ice. “I should know such things.”
“I… I know I should have told you sooner,” you tried to justify yourself. “But you didn't come back from the raid for so long, and I was getting worried, and lonely, and, and… I missed you so much!” you slurred hastily, but his face remained rigid and lifeless, as if made of wax.
Why did he react so strongly? questions roamed your panicking mind. Did you do something terrible? Did you mess up this much?
You found yourself willing to do anything to get him to relent, and spluttered, explaining, unable to stop,
“Just recently, just yesterday, the ship came…Th-these photos arrived, and…! I-I-I really wanted to spend some good time with you, to do something pleasant, before…”
Seventeen grabbed your shoulders and shook you, his head hanging low, his straight black hair falling to cover his eyes from you. His teeth gritted.
“Think again,” he forced out, the words coming to him with evident difficulty. “Please. If it works, it will be impossible to reverse the outcome.” He exhaled tensely and took a deep, shaky breath, his chest starting to heave as the faint buzz of his coolers grew audible - a sound heard rarely, only when the situation was really heating up.
You frowned, confused by his words. Could it be…? Before you grasped the thought that felt too good to be true, Seventeen went on to speak, his voice unsteady and cracking,
“I… I know it’s not normal, but… But it’s just so strong in me,” he grimaced as if fighting an aged inner pain. “Procreating, having a big family, I… I don't even know where it stems from...! From being robbed of my life? From being turned into this? From being a hopeless, intemperate fool…? Or all this taken together?” he ran his hands through his hair, staring off into space, and you got a glimpse of his eyes - flawless blue darkened, bitter and hurt.
Your heart ached for him, your body gravitated longingly towards him, your arms trembled with the desire to embrace and to comfort… But you wanted to know and kept still, absorbing every word as you watched the miracle of android Seventeen hotly speaking his heart.
“I’ve long accepted myself,” he muttered. “I’ve long accepted my fate. And yet there’s some part of me that still wants to be human… with you. For you. And I can’t stop burning.” He dropped his hand on the bed, and you could hear the crackle of fabric as he squeezed the bedspread. “I tried to hold back, I didn’t dare to ask, but now you’re giving me the green light and I… I…”
You couldn’t help it when your face broke into a smile. Oh, how sweet, how precious this moment was! Deserving to be imprinted in your memory forever, you thought, trying to feel through every little detail. Because you've finally found what you’ve been seeking for so long! The reason why, despite all your closeness, Seventeen sometimes stayed so detached. You’ve finally reached his long-repressed, nagging pain you knew you could heal by turning it into love.
Your determination had been developing for quite some time and was strong. You knew what you wanted. Now that he'd opened up to you, all you had to do was take the last step and dispel all his doubts.
“I've been wanting this for a while.” You moved away the loose strands of his hair and cupped his dear face. “It was only when you appeared in my life that I realized what it means to love and be happy. Sometimes there's so much happiness I think I might just burst…” A hearty laugh escaped your lips. “Will you give me a child with whom I can share it?” you caught his gaze, your face soft and pleading. “You’ll be the best dad in the Universe.”
Seventeen froze for a moment. The blue mirrors of his eyes opened wide, reflecting your affection, empowered tenfold, and just between two heartbeats, he died and he was reborn. More potent, more mature. Ready to take on the role you wanted to trust him with.
You only had time enough to blink in fascination before he threw himself forward.
His greedy mouth fell on yours, stealing ravenous kisses, and you responded with no less passion, wrapping your arms around his neck. His scent enveloped you, refreshing and tangy, immersing you in a zone of absolute comfort - a light fragrance of petrichor enriched with an elegant blend of something herbal and nutty, completed by a sweet, woodland undertone that his work clothes carried. Your intermingling breaths, the taste of his lips and his tongue, the steady grip of his hands played you dirty, and soon your mind was all hazy, your cravings all set on him. When you gave a first little moan, Seventeen pulled back, breathing heavily.
“What are you doing to me?” he breathed into your lips before a charming, lopsided grin crossed his face. “I feel like I hit the jackpot without even buying a lottery ticket.”
“You just can't help it, are you?” you giggled. “Think your wit will fade if you don't exercise?”
“You're right, we need to be much more serious…” he drawled musingly, his grin gaining a wild curl. “After all, talking won't make us a child.” He rocked his hips, and his stiff, bulging seriousness poked your thigh. “This will”.
Seventeen straightened and began unbuckling his belt slowly, unhurriedly, not letting his eyes off you. His movements were purposely teasing, enticing… He savored the sight of your impatience as the arousal surged through you and you pressed your legs together, fidgeting slightly at the feeling of the blood filling your excited - probably a little too much so - sensitive parts. You knew your body was ready, and the timing was right. Everything was right.
It was about to happen.
With his pants unbuttoned, Seventeen stilled, giving you another overly thoughtful, tantalizing look, which caused you to groan in protest. Your whole body was yearning to finally feel your man's weight pressing on you while he chases his pleasure inside your tight hole…
The long breaks in sex life due to his missions sometimes turned you into such a thirsty female that you felt unbearably ashamed of yourself. But the reward was more than worth the wait and the fall, so, putting aside your embarrassment, you reached out to his waist, fumbling with your fingers until they gripped the hem of his pants, and pulled slightly.
“I can’t wait,” you whinged. “I’m not a machine!”
Without even bothering to remove your naughty hands, Seventeen put his hand on his hip, cocking an eyebrow. It was difficult not to notice a certain edge in the way he looked down.
“So what if I am? You think I want any less?” Cross-armed, he grabbed the edges of his renowned shirt with a printed word ‘MIR’ on it, and yanked it off, revealing his toned physique. “Judging by the sight of you, you’ll make my favorite clothes a wet, tattered mess.” He dropped the thing to the floor, and his eyes gleamed unchastely. “I missed you, too, my sweet, pretty girl. Now, how should I unwrap you…”
Your clit twitched and your pussy spasmed sharply, making a thrilled squeak escape you. His mischievous tone and his laid-back attitude drove you insane since the day you first met… Even after years of building a relationship and responsible work as a protector of nature, sometimes, with you, this cocky brat would still show, calling into question your virtue.
“As quickly as possible,” you fretfully urged him, squirming in place, desperate to have him inside. “The clock is ticking, you know.”
Seventeen tilted his head with a laconic snort, taking hold of his chin with one gloved hand while mannerly propping his elbow with another.
“Look how convincing,” he sneered, his supercilious elegance seeping through every word. “Can't wait to get a piece of me, huh?”
You bucked your hips under him, groaning. This was his way of foreplaying, his way of proving himself. Constantly testing the strength of your bond that kept him connected to the realm of men, he tormented you with all the flavors of lustful anticipation, whetting your appetite for him until you were whining and begging, and all your undies were soaked - only then he would be fully convinced of how dire your need was.
You were always up to playing along to provide all the reassurance he craved... especially since you haven't really had to play. But today, the mood was a bit different.
Today you wanted to mate.
“Not a piece, I want all of you, yes! And who is to blame?” you wailed, dramatizing your frustration, clawing at his belt, your nails grazing his skin. “Couldn't come home a bit earlier? A little more and I'd have to take care of myself!”
You knew it would get him.
“You wouldn't,” Seventeenth snapped, eagerly taking the bait. “I forbade it. All of you is only for me.”
Looking him straight in the eyes, defiant in your want, you tugged at his belt again, drawing him closer. He gave in just slightly, his eyes getting darker as the black of his pupils slowly displaced azure blue. You recognized that look. It was high time to press on.
“Then would you be so kind as to finally take it?” you pushed, allowing yourself only the slightest hint of discontent.
Instead of an answer, Seventeen pulled down his pants, freeing the sight that made your insides clench deliciously. His cock, pretty, smooth and refined, very much like himself, was leaking ready for you. Not wasting any more time, you playfully climbed your fingers up the silky length of his shaft to smear the glistening drop of precum over the tender strip of his frenulum, making him gasp before releasing air slowly. Controllably.
Your lips curled into a cheeky smile. It had already started - he was also greatly turned on, you thought inspiredly as your thumb rubbed the spot.
“Ah, you're so honest and just…” you cooed fondly. “If solo fun is forbidden, it’s not allowed for us both?”
“I... Uhhh!” Seventeen closed his eyes, his face contorted with pleasure as he basked in sensations. “Why would I help myself if I have such a helper...?”
His cock throbbed, growing, heating, once again making you wonder how much of that part of him was from the machine, and how much from living, sensual flesh… But his responsiveness left you almost no doubt. You squeezed him under the glans, indulging with short vigorous pumps, careful not to pull too hard on the unmoistened skin. With this reserved caress, you were nudging him subtly towards the thought that it would be much better for him to seek your wet tightness and get relief in your warmth in all the ways he would only desire.
And yet, Seventeen didn't move, taking only as much as you gave, as if purposely prolonging the languorous pleasure, proving something important to himself and to you. You felt like you could forever admire his focused, erotically tensed face, but you also had needs that were nowhere near satisfying while he was playing his cool-tough-guy game.
Without stopping to fondle him, you sneaked your hand into your panties, but before one proper touch could be laid, his blue eyes snapped open and his hand seized your wrist.
“Told you ‘no’, didn’t I?” Seventeen chided, his voice low and soft, ever so slightly hoarse. His eyes narrowed. “Poor, needy human, I think you left me no choice…”
You giggled as his words returned you to times when his sister had just gotten married and you got intimate with him for the very first time. Parted with his twin, his only left kin, Seventeen strayed too far from mankind... He used to be harsher back then - no match to the advertence with which he treated you now. Looking for his place in the world as an android, he didn’t pay tribute to his remaining humanity. But you saw the soul in the lost, bitter machine, and more importantly, managed to show him that he could still find love and feel deeply.
Since then, Seventeen didn’t resist it - he embarked on a search for balance between both parts of himself, and you could tell that every lovemaking, every union of your bodies and hearts, strengthened him on this path.
“Lapis, please…” Appealing to his humanness, you addressed him by his human name, which was only allowed to his twin... and his you.
He took your legs in his hands and placed them on his shoulders before grabbing the waistband of your pants at the small of your back. In a few careful pulls, he yanked the thing off your hips together with lingerie and lifted them along your legs slowly, his eyes never leaving the view of your baring skin. When he finally took both garments off and threw them aside, his gaze fell on your sex. Reveling in the sight, as if hypnotized, Seventeen pressed his temple against your calf, cursing under his breath,
“Oh, my damn...”
Such words were very infrequent - he always said he was too good to swear, and your face flushed hot, but you were set on your goal. You put your hands on the backs of your thighs so that your fingertips reached your labia, then slowly pulled the soft folds aside, revealing the sacred parts of your womanhood to the man you couldn’t help but adore. His eyes sparkled white, widening.
“You want me what, to short-circuit…?” he heaved, breathless.
Hugging your legs with one arm, he placed two gloved fingers on the top of your clit. The touch of the rough, cool material was a bliss for your heated skin, and a soft moan - encouraging, pleading - fell from your lips. His fingers ran down your slit, fingers parted to trace both your inner lips before pressing into your entrance just slightly. Just enough for your wetness to squelch.
Seventeen groaned. Grabbing his cock, he pressed his shaft to your soaked slit, drawing out of you a sweet little gasp.
“Ah..!”
“Oh, fuck,” he muttered upon contact with the evidence of your eager excitement, causing your another bout of very impure arousal. “How long have you been like this...?”
“Couldn't stop thinking about you, so…” you mused, pretending to be calculating as if you didn’t count minutes until his return. “The last three days, most likely. I thought I was going to burn, or melt, or explode…” You gave him your loveliest smile. “But fortunately, you came back in time.”
Capable of generating endless energy, Seventeen didn't really need to rest, which meant he was coming home mostly only for you. No matter day or night - whenever his duties allowed, you found him at your side. And yet, it happened less often than you would like… You knew how important his mission was to him, how hard it was to guard an entire island and be everywhere at the same time, but carrying on your own work, you still could hardly resist looking out the window every now and then, hoping to see him sooner and dreaming of spending more time with your darling.
Smiling at him, you were so proud of yourself - you didn’t let an ounce of loneliness show in your voice. All that mattered was that now he was with you. Still, something must have seeped out, because Seventeen stared at you intently, then seemed to glow from within.
“I need to drop in here more often, I see...” he chuckled sassily, but his cock throbbed on your pussy, betraying his real feelings. You pushed your hips upward as much as your position allowed, making your clit rub against his sweet spot. “Oh, shhhit…” he hissed. “I think that can be arranged…”
Pulling on the tips of one glove, he took it off, then did the same with the other before they followed his shirt. His fingers brushed your pussy lips lovingly as he collected your fluids to thoroughly cover his cock. And, oh, there was plenty…
You pursed your lips, unable to stop dripping more, you clit increasingly pulsing with want. His caution towards you was endearing - having a lot of stamina and patience, he could play with you endlessly, titillating your senses until you fell, exhausted, with far too much liquid drained out of your system. Each time, it was up to you to show him exactly how you wanted to be taken… While it was up to him to keep teasing you if you were not creative.
Watching him work unhurriedly, you huffed and puffed, giddy, slowly losing your marbles and unable to come up with any clever idea. His eyes watched you closely when he pinched your clit softly.
The back of your head hit the bed.
“Ungnhhhhhh!” you groaned through clenched teeth. Face burning hot, you realized you could have come if only he had repeated it a few more times. Think, think, think. “Looks like you got so caught up in your work that you lost some of your skills,” you provoked.
“Oooh?” Seventeen looked amused. The corner of his lips curled upward, but to your disappointment, he showed no signs of buying it. “Is that all you've come up with while I've been gone?”
His fingers wrapped around your excited love bud to gently rub it between them, making your breath burst in and out of you loudly.
“It wouldn't be so… uh… so bad if you hadn't… uh… been gone for so long!” you protested between greedy gasps. “What were you… uhhh…! even doing that was so important!?”
“Looking for inspiration,” he grinned. “The island is in bloom, and many species are now in mating season...”
“Seventeen!”
You rolled your eyes, then glared at him, pulling on your outer lips harder. Your boyfriend exhaled sharply, masking a snort, before his face became much more serious. He could tell when you were in the no-joking mood.
The games were over.
Still holding your legs together, Seventeen rocked his hips and his cock slipped into the gap between your inner thighs, applying soft, rolling pressure along your outer lips. Your eyelids fell closed.
“Mmmmmnhhh," you hummed appreciatively, releasing your outer lips to provide his cock with better embrace of your folds and enjoying the feeling of your private parts’ mutual caress.
Seventeen’s eyelids fell half-close as he tilted his head to look down at you appraisingly. You didn't even try to control your sultry face, allowing all shades of pleasure to beautify it for him. Seemingly satisfied with your reaction, he repeated the thrust, this time pressing harder. All your sensitive slit from the opening to the clit was stimulated delightfully, and you hummed even more enthusiastically to spur him further on.
With both arms, he pressed your knees tightly together and spread his legs wider for a more stable stance. Everything after this turned into a blurry, hot mess of sexual excitement and gratification.
He knew perfectly well how to make you feel good.
Again and again, Seventeen pushed his cock through your crotch. Delicious friction was stealing your breath as the sweet tension built quickly and steadily to the rhythmic sound of his short, strained grunts. His hot girth, adorned with ridging veins, got sleeker and silkier on every pass of his flesh, rubbing you wonderfully while the sack of his balls pressed your plushy folds softly, having you squirming and writhing, sucking in breaths.
When your clit felt just about to explode, screaming for more, Seventeen leaned forward, making only the head of his cock slip inside your wet heat, and your voices blended together in a rich, heavy moan of unfulfilled passion. Your hands darted down your hips and found his thighs, which you grabbed with a clutching grip.
“More, more, please…! Deeper!” you begged, your nails digging into the fabric of his pants to stress your raring eagerness. “I need it! Now!”
“Uh… uh… uh…” Seventeen panted, the remains of his composed facade barely holding. He heard you, no doubt, yet didn’t advance an inch. “You're so tight, uh… My task manager is hella confused, heh…”
“You don’t need it, just fuck me!” You whined, feeling your entrance itching, aching with want. “I’ll take everything, everything, I want you to come inside me, and you’re still trampling the threshold!”
“Oh, right…” Seventeen clicked his tongue and smirked, as if he had just remembered. Then he leaned toward you further, his head spreading your legs to make them slide down his shoulders and fall on the bed while his bright blue eyes remained fixed on yours. “I gotta impregnate you, sweet thing,” he intoned in a low, singsong voice. “You're so gonna get it for making me feel this good.”
And with it, he fell on top of you, his arms wrapping around your elbows and waist, his weight pressing you into the bed as he plunged his full length inside your wet hole. Hot pleasure pierced through your walls, and your muscles clamped on him strongly as the long-awaited stretch and the restricting hold made you scream. Seventeen stilled, breathing heavily, clenching his teeth to hold back his voice so it wouldn’t drown out your raptured sounds of delight.
You felt him deep, very deep - he knew the curve of your pussy like the back of his hand and the head of his cock was already pressed to your weakest spot. Slowly wiggling his hips, he pushed and rubbed it, accommodating himself inside your tight warmth, letting you get used to the sensations while you gasped for air in the ring of his arms. When your breathing steadied a bit, he nuzzled into the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent.
“Are you ready…?” Seventeen challenged impishly, his voice implying that the ride will be something.
“Born ready,” you replied, fearless in your confidence of being destined for him, and shifting your legs on the rumpling bedspread to get yourself most comfortable.
“What did I even do to deserve you…?” He murmured indistinctly under his breath, the quiet awe in his tone making you feel elated.
For him, you were also a miracle he appreciated and treasured in more ways than one, including one special way…
The way that made you see skies in diamonds.
He started thrusting inside you, testing you, stretching you, working your concupiscent walls. Moving, his hard cock detonated the accumulated sexual tension that made your whole body burst into flames. Now that he was in your pussy, hardly could anything stop him from taking his own, and he picked up the pace, making you arch into him and let the wooden, thick walls of your cozy love nest absorb your throat-soaring moans.
Having unnaturally excellent control over his body, Seventeen always preferred to give the first round to you. Suppressing the excessive physical reactions of his sensitive human parts just enough to last, he turned himself into an unstoppable sex machine, in exchange sating himself with the sight of your sinful indulgence while he fucked you intently and skillfully, not letting the erotic tension in your body weaken for even a tiny moment of respite.
“Aaah, aaah, aaah, AAAH!” you grew louder and louder as his movement gained more strength and speed. Finally getting what you wanted so bad, you couldn't stop your pleasure from overwhelming your senses, feeling it seizing you, bending you, making you weak, pliable, vulnerable… But in his arms, it was all that you craved, so you gave yourself to your primal feminine urges, and the next slap of his hips sent you over the edge.
“Hnnnngh!” you moaned stiffly, your teeth clenching from the strength of your climax, your whole body numb except for your repeatedly tightening pussy. The grip of your rapture let you go for a single brief instant before Seventeen started short-pumping himself inside, vigorously stimulating your overexcited sweet spot.
“Whaaah-aaah!” you screamed, feeling waves like an electric shock rolling through you without the pain permeating your body. All your nerves were invigorated and galvanized, your sensations exacerbated, your pussy tingling… All the things it did to your body couldn't be put into words.
“S-Sev…” you mumbled, not quite believing in it yourself. “Sev, I'm about to… Ah…! Again…”
“Go on, sweet thing,” he purred against your neck, nipping and licking your skin, putting it on fire, making your pleasure skyrocket. “Enjoy yourself.”
His tender, velvety voice starked a sharp contrast with what he did to your body, but your senses transmitted to you overpowering bliss, and before you realised, all your muscles locked again in the sweetest surrender.
“Oh-oh-oh, oooooh!” you howled, coming once more. Burying your burning face in his shoulder you felt your walls spasming around his cock greedily, your womanhood desperate to milk him of his essence. Your orgasm was so strong that your head spun, and involuntary tears welled in the corners of your eyes.
“W-what did you do to me-he-heee…” you whimpered weakly as the storm of feelings subsided.
“This good, huh?” Seventeen asked complacently, kissing the tears from your eyes. “I'm so cool, am I?” he interrogated insistently, leaving brief kisses all over your face, as if coaxing you to give him the right answer.
“You, uhhh… You’ve never done this before…” you panted, struggling to catch your breath and put your thoughts in order. “Oh, dear… Oh, Gods… Oooohhh,” you groaned, your brain feeling like a blissed out, incompetent puddle. The task was not easy. “It surely was… something…”
“I want this time to be special,” he smirked knowingly at your wondrous look. “More than usual, you know.”
His cheeky smile widened, making you blush. You felt a new wave of warmth spreading between your legs. Oh, the ways this man made you feel…
Wait, you blinked in surprise as the heat became more intense. Relaxing and pleasant, of perfect temperature to release the remnants of tension from your weary loins, it made you mellow, fully enjoying the heady cocktail of hormones your body produced.
Such a trick was surely not something your body was capable of.
“What is this feeling?” you mumbled, amazed.
“Heheh… You like it?” Seventeen asked, leaning on his elbows above you.
“Oh, yeah…” Engrossed in listening to your sensations, you got improperly curious. After a few moments of wavering, you gave in to temptation. “Eh, ummm… Ahem!” You cleared your throat in embarrassment, and the strain of your pussy made Seventeen’s breath hitch. Ears aflame, you blurted, “And what else can you do?”
He contemplated your face silently, as if debating whether to answer, before his eyes gleamed with puckish intrigue.
“...Have something specific in mind?”
You tried to come up with anything good, but the flashing ideas only made you blush deeper.
“Any chance I can see the full manual?” you finally choked out, eyes darting, avoiding his gaze.
Seventeen chuckled, pressing his forehead to yours, his black hair touching your cheeks.
“There is no such thing, sweetie,” he dashed your hopes. Softening to your pouty look, he nudged your nose with his. “Trial and error, babe… trial and error.”
He watched you closely with a ghost smile wandering on his lips as a wave of expanding pressure slowly rolled from the tip his cock down its entire length. Already feeling pretty stuffed with his girth, you mewled quietly, clinging tightly to him, digging your nails into his shoulder blades.
“Wh-what are you…”
“Shhh,” the naughtiest of androids hushed. “Relax. I want to try something…”
When it happened again, you moaned helplessly, feeling your body reacting to him on its own. You drawn-out, pitiful sounds filled the air as the pressure grew stronger, delightfully stretching you, and soon you knew he would bring you undone once more. Just like this - gently, unhurriedly, in his casual manner, making you feel like a toy in his hands…
He caught your lips in a kiss, swallowing every sound, and grasped your hips, guiding your legs to his waist. You could guess what it meant.
“Don’t…Don’t tell me you’re gonna start moving…” you panted into his mouth. “I’m already so close… I’m… I’m just gonna lose it…”
“Hey, hey, not so fast,” Seventeen nipped your bottom lip slightly, the delicious pressure inside you fading and ceasing. “You’re way too hot today…”
“Mind to join me?” was your instant, breathy retort. “I'm way ahead of you in having my fun!”
“You may think so,” he retaliated. His hand sneaked under your shirt and covered your breast, teasing your nipple. “But in fact...”
“Oh, goodness, just fuck me already!” you demanded, landing a blow on his back to emphasize your point, feeling your body starting to liquefy. “I want you, I need you, I…” Hearing his pleased, self-satisfied hum, you exploded. “Are you even taking this seriously!?”
“You have no idea, darling,” he nibbled your earlobe, sending sweet jolts down your spine. “I’ll make sure you never forget it.”
He pulled out just a bit, and yet even this little friction already made you gasp. When his hips slapped your crotch and his supple glans hit the end of your pussy, you sank your teeth in his shoulder to muffle your outcry.
“NGHHH!”
“Ouch,” his calm voice brushed your ear. “Glad you don’t have these inside.”
Your eyes rounded, and you squealed excitedly, realizing what these words meant. He released his controls to feel fully. This time, you were about to enjoy it together.
“Please, please, please!” You implored, beyond yourself. “Give it to me!”
“With pleasure,” he grunted quietly, sounding focused. His hips rose and fell as he probed you inside, watching your responses and choosing the perfect, unexploited yet angle. When your legs twitched on his waist, as if to draw him closer, Seventeen stilled, looking content. “But you're gonna give me something, too.”
He started moving inside you carefully, lovingly, his passion growing steadily with every motion. His voice caressed your ears as his pleasured sounds got stronger with every thrust, with every strain of your walls around his hard, lengthy cock. In bed, he lavished on you all his affection, and you were enamoured by him every time like the very first.
Being partly a machine, Seventeen was always composed, always thoughtful, free from the instincts that affected perception and governed the lives of everyone else. His body was designed to be self-sufficient, and in his choices, he wasn’t driven by sex. Pleasure was fun, as he always said, and yet you knew there was something else he sought in it…
Acceptance, connection, and union. Taking the expression of love to a level beyond.
He moved heaven and earth to fill the hollowness left by the bomb that was removed from his body with a weapon much stronger, but not half as destructive.
Short of breath, you moaned, and moaned, fighting for air. Seventeen put his hands on your ass and pushed up your pelvis, bending your body to take him as deep as possible. His cock pressed against the upper wall of your pussy before he drove his length halfway out as if on purpose to make your clit tingle and the growing sweet feeling in your insides coil into a tense, bursting knot. When it started to throb unbearably, you yelped.
“Eeh! S-stop it, a-ah, it… It feels strange, like… Like I’m about to…”
His entire body went taut and abuzz, but his cock didn’t halt for a second. As if knowing exactly what you were holding back, he put his hand on your lower belly and pressed, his face pointedly nonchalant like it was the most casual thing in the world to have you squirming and spluttering under him while these sensations were bringing you to blissful madness.
“Relax and let go,” he encouraged, smirking. “You know, I’m waterproof.”
Not believing yourself, you felt the sensations crashing on you, straining your body so hard all your body felt reduced to only your fiercely spasming, spraying sex. Clenching your teeth, you quaked in his arms like an electric arc, pierced, shocked, and melted by pleasure, while the bedspread under you was soaking with a sinful evidence of your wet release.
Seventeen nuzzled your neck and began fucking much harder into your orgasming tightness, prolonging your peasure. His embossed, slender body, his cock pumping between your trembling legs, his voice, and his scent mixed in a perfect sensual symphony, driving you crazy on a level beyond comprehension.
His lips found the shell of your ear, nipping, licking, whispering right into your mind,
“I thought it would be enough for me to be an uncle… To watch them, to rejoice in their happiness from afar… It should've been more than enough!” He caught your earlobe and nibbled, making more aftershocks of your climax spark in your loins under the needy force of his thrusts. “And still, I'm so hopeless… I do want a child with you. I don't think I've ever wanted anything more…”
He captured your mouth, soft lip lock sealing the thousand promises, and you responded with all the strength of the feelings you had for him. Green light, flashed in your pleasure-drunk head. The greenest.
“Umf!” Seventeen huffed, not parting your lips. His hips jerked, you felt a powerful, expanding throb of his girth, and a rope of thick warmth coated your walls from inside. Then another, another, and more, filling you to the brink while he pressed into you so hard as not to let a single drop spill.
With a soft grunt, he pushed one last time and kissed you deeply with unbridled, deep passion. You had almost no energy left in you, and used the last of it to grab his head and lick into his mouth, deeply and sensually, before relaxing completely with a beatific smile on your face.
The pleasure in your body subsided in waves, layer by layer, removing from you everything that seemed insignificant compared to the ecstatic euphoria that seized you instead. Having you limp, glowing happily under him, Seventeen beamed at you cockily and propped his cheek with his hand, proudly admiring your state while his cock was still warming you, securing your fill. Of course, it's easy to show off having a source of infinite energy, you thought, and lazily stuck out your tongue. He laughed and kissed you again. And again. And again.
He was right. This really was something you would never be able to forget.
He might have been artificial, but not his love.
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“Laaapis…” you mumbled, barely legible, watching him pick up and put on his clothes.
“Hmm?” he turned to you, his gaze noticeably softening at the sight of you snuggled up on the sheets. In his bed, in his house. In his life.
“I always wanted to know…” You raised your hand sluggishly to point at his shirt. “What does this even mean?”
He followed your finger until his gaze fell on his chest. MIR. A shade of some introspective tranquility touched his features.
“It means ‘world,’” he explained. “It means ‘peace.’” Seventeen lifted his face. “It means something I fight for.”
“Oh, this is so noble,” you smiled. “Not what you'd expect from someone who once threatened this world.”
“Some things changed… I had examples to follow,” he scoffed. “You know, fell into bad company, went down the slippery path…”
You snorted into the pillow, then peeked out with one eye. Seventeen chuckled, and his expression lit up.
“You are my world, and seeing you happy brings peace to my heart.”
His confession hit hard. Like having the wind knocked out of you while forgetting how to take a breath.
“S-Seventeen…”
“We should get married,” he suddenly said, his tone decisive and confident. “Long overdue. What'cha say?”
His voice, his face, his expectant, calm gaze... You breathed deeply, reminiscing about everything you’ve been through together, trying to form your ground to answer his feelings with all the seriousness he deserved.
You knew you could rely on him. You knew you would have trusted him with your life.
Your own world in its entirety reflected in the azure depths of his eyes, revealing your answer.
Did his question have any other options than one?
You squeezed the pillow and buried your face into it, squealing, and shrieking, and kicking your legs. When the rush of emotion passed, you turned, red and panting, to see him grinning smugly. He knew it, too.
“Well, a child should have a father, I guess…” you drawled jokingly to take him down a notch, but it seemed to have the opposite effect, making his chest puff. Still, he couldn’t let you outdo him in wittiness… With eyes full of mischief, he laid a possessive hand on your belly,
“As well as a mother, no doubt.”
You gasped in feigned outrage.
“I have nine months to carry a fetus under my heart before you can even hold a swaddled baby in your arms!!” you fumed. “Do you really think…”
“Meanwhile, I will hold you,” Seventeen asserted, putting an end to your banter by completely disarming your cause. “For you… And the kid... I’ll do everything. Everything.” He whispered, gently stroking your head. A few ticklish hairs stuck to your skin, and he brushed them away, making you purr, contented and grateful.
“We can’t be sure if it works…” you whispered, closing your eyes. “There is too much uncertainty…”
The wooden bed squeaked quietly as he leaned to press his lips to your forehead. He thought for a moment, then got onto the bed, settling himself behind your curled-up form.
“We did our best,” he breathed into your ear, then left a kiss on your nape. “Now rest and let nature decide.”
You nodded and hummed in agreement, ready to fall asleep in his arms.
It was quiet. The wind whistled gently, playing in the foliage of trees, and the forest floor rustled softly under the feet of animals. The unusually quiet chirping of crickets and the plainsong of the cicadas filled the air with a soothing monotony, broken only by the occasional hoot of the owl.
Fully feeling like a part of this cycle of life, living in complete harmony with yourself and the world, you listened to the sounds of the island, thinking that nature had already made its decision.
You were to bear his child.
The steady buzz of Seventeen’s engine vibrated soothingly against your back. You felt him adjusting himself to provide you more comfort, and it made your heart swell. He wanted a big family, you recalled, your thoughts thick and sticky, your mind already drifting away. But you knew you could give him that, you still managed to think through your dreamy haze. You could have more children together…!
This idea warmed you throughout as you imagined your cocky android laughing happily, festooned with kids like a festive tree. Maybe you’ll give birth, and then adopt some more… You smiled in your sleep.
Summary: The Prince of all Saiyans returns home after another tough battle for Earth, which required every ounce of his strength to prevail. Fortunately, someone is waiting for him.
Wordcount: 5840
Author's Note: I started reading xReader stories on Tumblr, and it became a one-way ticket. I read here for so long before I decided to join AO3, and I'm so grateful to every author who shared their stories, inspiring me! ♡ It's been a while since then, and a lot has happened. Today, I want to add my work to the collection of creations published here!
Summary: The Prince of all Saiyans returns home after another tough battle for Earth, which required every ounce of his strength to prevail. Fortunately, someone is waiting for him.
Author's Note: I started reading xReader stories on Tumblr, and it became a one-way ticket. I read here for so long before I decided to join AO3, and I'm so grateful to every author who shared their stories, inspiring me! ♡ It's been a while since then, and a lot has happened. Today, I want to add my work to the collection of creations published here!
Everyone, please have fun!
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You nearly severed your finger while preparing dinner when the entire house shook from the force of another badass superhero landing, which caused the window panes to ring desperately on the brink of shattering.
“Dammit…!” you swore quietly, putting down the knife and pressing the cut to your lips. “It should be possible to land without such special effects…!”
The front door creaked pitifully, swinging open, and the one who stumbled in met you in the hallway quite unhappy and holding your hands on your hips. His bleary eyes zeroed in on you as he stood in the doorway, his presence silent yet commanding.
“For the last time…” you started, then your gaze ran over his battered and bruised, tattered form. “Oh, dear Gods! What happened to you!?” you exclaimed, completely forgetting about your displeasure.
“Not now,” Vegeta heaved hoarsely, unfastening the clasps of the sad remnants of his battle armor, and it hit the floor loudly under your speechless gaze. The prince leaned against the doorframe, not letting his dark eyes off you. “Now - to bed. Quickly.”
“You can’t be serious!” you yelped, wringing your hands and not knowing where to rush - for warm water and a towel, first-aid kit, or the phone to call for help, while the back of your mind urged you to simply follow his order. But your anxiety had completely drowned out that voice. “There’s blood on your face!”
“Not mine,” he dropped concisely, wiping his cheek with his dirty-white glove, so torn it missed a few glove fingers. A dark crimson stain smeared on his skin, and you pursed your lips, clenching your fists.
“There's no living place on you!” you shouted on the verge of crying, barely holding back tears. “An infection will get in the wounds! Let me at least clean them…!” Knowing how stubborn he was, you buried your face in your hands, then shook your head decisively and made a few steps towards him, ducking under his arm. “I’ll help you into the bath…!”
“Sounds good, too…” Vegeta smirked, putting his arm around your shoulders instead of leaning on you for support. “But that's not what I planned.”
In a heartbeat, his warmth enveloped you as he pressed you into the wall, wincing slightly when the dried, clotted blood on his wounds cracked. You peered into his face, absorbing every detail, every line, caught up in the moment of contact and enjoying the thrill of his sudden proximity.
To you, Vegeta was an addiction you didn't have the willpower to fight, and you inhaled greedily, feeling a relief akin to taking a deep breath of clean air after a long lack of oxygen. It was amazing how this disturbing, metallic odor of blood always complemented his natural scent - the rich blend of manliness, royalty, and power.
“If you don't go by yourself, I will carry you,” he husked into your lips, so sinfully close it brought a hot blush to your cheeks. “But one way or another, you'll end up in bed.”
“Wha-...What's gotten into you all of a sudden?” you stammered, realizing what he was aiming at. The proud prince of all Saiyans rarely allowed himself such a blatant demonstration of his needs, preferring to wait until you yourself started climbing the wall and, eventually, him.
Wriggling to get out of the too-narrow space between him and an equally solid wall, you felt your body rubbing against his, which was barely covered by fabric scraps that were once his royal blue undersuit. Your attempt to escape was immediately thwarted by a possessive hand on your waist, and you squeaked in protest,
“Vegeta!”
His eyes gleamed at the sight of the cornered, helpless you.
“Come on, tell me you don't want this,” he breathed, leaning into your ear.
“And then you’ll… just let me go?” you asked, abashed, but still tried to move a bit more away only to hear his malevolent chuckling as his grip on your side tightened.
“Hahahah…No,” he replied, smug as ever. “But at least I will know how much foreplay you need.”
“Okay, that’s enough!” you lashed, putting your hands on his chest to show the gravity of your words while trying to ignore the warmth of anticipation spreading quickly between your legs. “You need treatment! I mean it!” you added, frowning sternly.
The Saiyan prince looked amused and… intrigued? Oh, dear, you mentally chided yourself. While you were perturbed by the deplorable state of the man you deemed nearly invulnerable, it slipped your mind that very few things turned him on as much as overpowering your feminine insolence.
“I sure do,” he purred hotly into the crook of your neck, trailing kisses up to your earlobe before nipping it slightly, making sweet shivers run down your core. “A very special treatment I will take only from you.”
Vegeta searched your gaze, and you lowered your burning face, seeking escape from the smoldering stare of his night-carrying eyes.
“It appears to be urgent.” His coaxing voice brushed your ear as he pressed his engorged hardness against you, making you bite your bottom lip.
Normally, a watchful Saiyan knew if you were in the mood or not even before you yourself did, and preferred to act then to talk. The battle must have been really fierce and exhausting for him to resort to persuasion… And yet, for someone who regarded his whole life as an eternal battle, even persuasion was some sort of a fight for the victory he was not ready to cede.
“I'd say, a life or death matter,” he huffed, rubbing his bulge against your thigh, an unmistakable tinge of his usual impatience steeling his voice.
“What on earth even happened?” you played deaf, unable to tear your eyes off the especially bad wound that reached dangerously close to his throat.
As if mesmerized by the terrible sight, you moved your fingers to touch a ragged, bloody edge, but the very next moment, you pulled your hand back in horror and shouted, releasing your stress,
“You are so strong, how could you let yourself get beaten up like that!?”
You didn't notice how your voice gained the strength of your fear for his life and became accusatory. Vegeta clicked his tongue.
“Tch! What kind of a bloody stupid question is that?” He slammed his hand into the wall above your shoulder, making you flinch. “I protected the pride of my race and my woman in the battle for the planet where she lives, along with other idiots who, unfortunately, also live here.” He placed another hand above your shoulder as well. “But all I truly wanted was to go back to her and get my reward.”
Then he hung his head as if he’d just confessed a deadly sin, awaiting your sentence.
You froze for a moment with your heart beating rapidly, almost bursting out of your chest to him, then hugged the mane of upright spiky black hair, pressing your lips to the back of his head. When you tried to lift his face, he easily allowed you to and you cupped his cheeks, looking straight into the cunning eyes of the greatest rascal in the Universe.
“You are a deceitful, manipulative man,” you told him bluntly. Vegeta hid the mischievous sheen of his eyes by lowering his eyelids and nodded, humming in agreement while planting a kiss at the heel of your palm. Your heart stirred at the sight and the feeling, but you didn't falter, pressing the point. “Devious, wicked, and cruel.”
Vegeta kept nodding to your every word, leaving more fleeting kisses along the edge of your hand. When you finished, he grabbed it whole and pressed his mouth to your fingertips.
“That's enough compliments,” he sneered spitelessly. “You needed foreplay, not me.”
With his attitude, you were not really sure you even needed it anymore. Blood rushed to your face, and you averted your gaze. His head tilted to follow your another attempt to escape with a knowing smirk gracing his lips, and you felt like you couldn't bear his hot persistence anymore.
“Take what you want, then,” you murmured, your voice a shy, fading whisper. But it was more than enough for the warrior prince, and his demanding, firm lips locked on yours.
It sure took a while for a grumpy loner like him to find the best approach to you, but Vegeta knew how to get his way, and you didn't try very hard to resist, leaving him innocent hints here and there which he caught maybe a little too eagerly…
Some caress, some pressure from a man who studied you so well, and you were a putty, an aroused mess whose body he purposely trained to prepare for intense and fierce pleasure at the mere glint of his desirous black eyes.
So when his confident tongue slipped into your mouth and his steady hand slipped into your panties, heading straight for the goal, you only gasped softly at the delightful sensation and the sound of your readiness squelching under the touch of his fingers.
“Ah…!”
He recaptured your lips, stealing your breath, and ran his fingers over your leaking hole to cover them in the most obvious sign of your consent.
“Very good,” he whispered as you parted for air and his sleek fingertips circled your clit before resting on the sensitive top. “Now let me see you squirm.”
Vegeta could never deny himself the hunt for evidence of your vulnerability, and he didn't play nice. He hooked one of your legs by the knee and lifted, spreading your sex to give him full and easy access. You only squeaked faintly at his brash maneuver, wrapping your arms around his muscular neck before he pushed your clit to excitation by mere probing prod of his fingers.
“Just a few touches, and look at yourself,” the Saiyan prince mocked as you clutched his neck tighter, bracing for a rougher caress. “Fucking mating magnet.”
You wanted to protest, but moaned instead as he started feeding his lustful hunger by flicking your clit. You weren't allowed to talk just yet, and your lover intended to let you know who was in charge. The bold movements of his rough fingertips stroking your lovebud indeed had you squirming, moaning, and weak in the knees.
“Oh, Vegeta… Ooooooh…” you buried your flaming face in his bare shoulder, feeling the wave of release approaching you far too quickly to let you conceal your appreciation of his developed technique.
“Yes, it's me turning you into a depraved mess, woman,” he admitted readily and proudly through his shallow breathing. No one could steal his triumph from him for it was only his… As were you. He knew it for a while - there was something wicked in the glint of his eyes when he asked you, “Just how low can you go with me?”
“I've fallen so far, I can't fall any further,” you moaned into his shoulder, unable to control your sensual voice as you loins were filled with sweetest tension that threatened to burst any moment if only he would allow it. To make it so, you kissed a path along his neck to his ear, “I want this so much…” you whispered pleadingly. “Please, please, please…“
To your frustration, his fingers stopped, and he stared at you musingly. Thoughts flashed behind his eyes, but you knew better than to complain because with you, all his mind revolved around was how you both could get everything from intimacy, each time raising the bar for pleasure higher and higher, denying the limits of what was even possible.
A moment of tense silence stretched, when your mutual desires crackled between you in discharges of lustful energy.
“Too good a girl today, are you…?” he finally cooed. “Currying favor or pretending…? Or…” his eyes narrowed. “Dare to pity me?”
Before you could gather your mind to answer his sudden suspicion, he clenched the crotch of your panties in his fist and pulled hard. The lower part of your body jerked after his hand, there was a loud crack of fabric, then another, and fragments of your underwear and skimpy home shorts fell to his feet. You didn't even have time to gasp when he suddenly sank from your arms onto the floor and pressed his hard lips to your soft lower ones with unreserved passion.
“Woaaaaaah!” was all you could utter to express your surprise and delight at the feeling of his hot and wet tongue fluttering on your sensitive clit. “Woah-woah-woah!”
You ran your hand through his hair, going over every thick, spiky strand, until the delicious warmth in your pussy made you take a firm grip, shaking, whimpering, holding on for dear life. His thirsty tongue strayed to lick you clean of your flooding arousal, and you mewled protestingly, tugging at his hair to attract his attention to your more pressing needs.
“Fuck… You keep moaning like this and I will freaking lose it…” he breathed, pressing his tongue back to your pulsing nub that ached sweetly.
“How… How can I not… Uh-uh- uuuuh!” You howled, arching your back as your hips pushed your pelvis to grind on his mouth harder. “I'm coming, I'm coming, I'm coming!!”
“Umnf!” he hummed in approval, too caught up in the moment to tear himself away from his goal on the final straight. His tongue went wild on your overexcited clit while his fingers barely prodded your tender opening to tease your desire for more and let the idea of having him deep push you over the finish line.
And it worked.
“....!”
You came soundlessly, your throat too tight from the strain of your body to make any actual sounds, but the convulsions rolling through you were strong and exhausting. Out of breath, deafened and blinded, you felt only his ravenous mouth sucking, slurping, and tasting your orgasming pussy.
As the first few waves receded and you were able to breath you sucked in full lungs of air enriched with his scent, feeling it growing into you, becoming your part. Finding yourself hunched over Vegeta, you straightened, panting, while he lavished your spent womanhood with gentle kisses, careful to stay away from oversensitive parts. Soon, your breathing evened out, and you smiled blissfully, relaxed, feeling the happiness and love joining the stream of your blood.
“Oh, my prince,” you mumbled with your disobeying lips. “You’re the best…”
Vegeta rose to his full height in front of you and wiped his sinfully glistening chin with majestic dignity.
“Tell me something I don’t know,” he smirked, then suddenly leaned toward your face. “Now I want the treatment you promised,” he demanded in a hushed voice, his lips feather-touching yours as he spoke, and you swallowed every word about that you didn't mean it in this way.
The way his cock bulged betrayed his brewing arousal. He'd been rock hard for a while, but it was not about that.
Tipping his head to the side, he watched haughtily as you lowered yourself on your knees in front of his crotch.
It was about feeling your mouth on his manhood, fondling him, serving him, worshipping him. Once he learned that with you, he could feel like the prince he always wanted to be and even the one he didn't dare to dream of being, he kept returning again and again, until eventually he lost any reason to leave.
And you always gave him what he wanted - as you were going to now, feeling your mouth habitually beginning to water. You freed his cock from his pants, then stroked it softly, listening to his strained grunt of pleasured approval. Eyes blissfully closed, you inhaled along his length, savoring his scent - he always smelled the best after combat when all his body had been pushed through its limits - and cooed tenderly,
“Mmmnh… Such a treat…” You licked off a generous share of precum from the tip and smacked your lips, your breath caressing pink delicate skin. ”What should I do with it…”
Vegeta groaned.
“Damn it, woman, spare me your bratiness for once… Before I lose my patience!” he grumbled exasperatedly. “Am I playing too nice...? Or does your memory fail you and you forget who’s in power here?”
“I thought that if you're so tired, maybe you'd give up the reins.” You smiled cheekily, gingerly sliding your hand to give a slight squeeze to his glute. “I can take good care of you.”
He scoffed, slapping your hand away softly.
“Dream on. If you want to take something from me, you'll have to wrestle it out by force or steal it with a decent scheme.”
You didn’t respond, absentmindedly, unhurriedly stroking his cock while all your bones shook inside you with laughter.
It didn’t take long.
“...Well!?” Vegeta finally snapped, glaring at you. Eternal tryharder, he hated when you did anything slackly, and even more so when you made him wait. You suppressed a giggle.
“I… gotta think of it,” you replied with all honesty. “Can’t come up with a decent scheme on the go.”
“Woman.”
The sound of his gnashing teeth brought a serene smile to your lips. The prince shut his eyes, and his chest expanded and fell as he breathed in and out deeply. When he spoke again, his low, resonant voice was roughened and strung.
“This is your last warning. Please fucking suck it or I will not be responsible.”
A frisson pierced your body, accompanied by the familiar, invigorating rush of adrenaline you so craved. Vegeta could devise a million ways to discipline you that would feel like a real punishment and not like an overindulging encouragement of your virtuoso playing on his nerves. But you knew how to feel the right moment… And he didn't even forget to ask politely, you thought with amused tenderness. Oh, how you loved him.
With the humblest of your smiles, you obediently leaned to his cock.
“Yes, my prince,” you purred. And with it, you let his heated head breach your lips.
“Unhhh!” Vegeta grunted tensely as his cock throbbed on your tongue. “Well, at least this is decent… For such a bad girl, your mouth is quite good.”
“Umf,” you hummed around his length, trying to voice a response. “Hurr noch zhat bat urshelf.”
“Oh, bloody hell, you just can’t shut up, can you…?” Vegeta cursed almost desperately, making you chortle stiffly, mouthful. And yet you saw his impressive muscles bulging and rolling under his skin as his body coped with the sensation of your mouth warming up his waiting-tired cock. He did like this. Reading his body, you understood a lot of what the prince wouldn't willingly say, so his attitude never got you discouraged.
Despite all his grumpiness, Vegeta knew how to have fun in sex. He gave it his all like to everything he undertook, striving to live his life to the fullest, as only someone who has been deprived of its joys for so long could… But he would never indulge you too much right away, no, no, no. He would push you to put every effort into whatever you did while drinking the sight of you like the scorched, cracked ground drinks the rain after the protracted dry season.
You. For him. Your life and your love. Something he once found worthy of fighting for after all his previous goals lost their meaning.
He'd been living on Earth with you for a few years at that point, and everything in his attitude betrayed that for him, it still wasn't enough. You were everything he always yearned without knowing, you met the needs he never realized he had. Every hour, every minute he didn't spend training or fighting, he would spend by your side - watching and showing, learning and teaching, loving and hating, building and breaking… But working together, you two managed to make every day a challenge and a heavenly bliss.
And if you were honest with yourself, these years were still not enough for you either.
So you lowered your mouth on him until your lips kissed the base of his cock. The sensation of having him so far in your throat was long familiar, and you didn't even bat an eye when the edge of his glans tickled your soft palate on passing.
Focused not as much on making the sensations strong as on showing him how deep your love and your trust were, you stilled for a few moments with your face raised at him. This moment always felt intimate and special… You still remembered how astounded he was when you did it for the first time. The memory warmed your heart, and this warmth reflected in his eyes, melting his usually icy cold gaze.
Still captivated by the sight of you, Vegeta tore off the remains of his gloves, one by one. He put his hand on your cheek, and his thumb traced your cheekbone.
“It suits you,” he said. Answering the silent question that flashed in your eyes, he added, “My cock.”
Your teeth instantly clenched on his shaft, and his cock twitched inside your mouth as the prince half-grunted half-snorted, his shoulders jiggling with laughter. In your playful outrage you lost control of your throat and choked, trying to pull back. But Vegeta let you only as far as was needed to breathe, then captured your head to fix you in place. Whimpering protests, you swallowed around him, struggling to make yourself relax.
“We both know you can do it, ” he urged on. “Come on, breathe.” Then, barely audibly, he swore, “Damn…”
You inhaled deeply, then released the air slowly, trying to tamp down the spasms. Knowing how he loved you choking on him, you were not in too much of a hurry. Though Vegeta never forced it on you, when it happened, it happened, and he enjoyed it too much to conceal his excitement. It pampered his ego to see you failing to contain his male power, and it balmed his withered heart to see you pushing yourself for him so hard.
Gradually, the muscles of your throat ceased contracting. You sighed freely and contentedly, blinking away involuntary tears and catching your breath, then cast a proud glance at the prince before shoving his cock back in your throat, as far as it would go.
Nothing was calm in his countenance.
Your eyes rolled up as you felt him growing harder, testing your stretch and your stamina… And the depth of your fall.
Would you ever be able to say a firm ‘no’ to him...?
Would you ever want to…?
“Enough,” Vegeta commanded harshly, his breath ragged and shallow. You released him immediately, slipping off his length with a sinful slurp, and only your naughty hand continued to tease his flesh as you looked at the prince with doe, trustful eyes, eagerly awaiting whatever would come into his heat-oppressed brain. He looked down at you for just a few moments before his chest started heaving and his cock throbbed in your palm.
“Grhhh, fucking damn it!” he exploded. “That’s it, you’ve done it! You’re not going anywhere!”
Quickly, so as not to allow you to get a word in, he yanked you to your feet, and before you regained your balance, the prince hooked both your legs and lifted your body, pinning you against the wall. Your legs laid snugly between his biceps and thick muscles of his forearms, and Vegeta gripped the apexes of your thighs to press his girthy shaft between the folds of your slit. Watching you closely, he started rubbing himself on your wetness, getting drenched in your fluid.
“Oh, I… I-I-I… “ you stuttered, blushing hot, then threw your arms around his neck to cling to him harder and get a firm hold.
“Not so talkative now, are we?” he smirked into your lips. “About time.”
Your sex flooded with heat at his shameful remark and at your helpless position with your legs spreaded wide and the tip of his cock pressing hard to your…
“AAAAAAH!”
A wall-shaking scream of delight burst out of you as he plunged balls-deep into your tightness. Silky-sleek walls of your pussy, sensitized by your previous orgasm, clenched on him hard, unwilling to let go, yet he pulled out almost instantly with frustrating ease. The intensity of the friction left no doubt about who was in charge… He could fuck you in any way he pleased, and you could not disobey for his desires were absolute.
Craving total control, the warrior prince denied you decisions and deprived you of choice, in exchange immersing you into pleasure until your complete satisfaction.
He was the only one in the Universe you would trust to do that, the only one worth it. The best.
And he never let you down - this time was not an exception. Gritting his teeth, he started fucking into you so vigorously you bounced on his cock, sandwiched between the cool wall and the hot prince. Unmistakably finding your most sensitive spot, he made the rule of stimulating it mercilessly with every deep thrust so that you could barely catch a breath between long, drawn-out moans.
All your clothes were messed up, all your hair was disheveled, and you felt like your face was on fire, but Vegeta kept staring, his gaze penetrating your soul while his manhood penetrated your hole. In a single swift motion, he lifted up your shirt and pressed you into the wall even harder. The feeling of your sensitive breasts rubbing against his hard chest caused another wave of sensual shivers to join the intensifying rush of passion already coursing through your body and propelled by the needy rhythm of his hips.
In response, your pussy bestowed him with more and more increasing contractions and copious amounts of lube, which squelched loudly with each thrust. A symphony of depraved sounds, the smell of sex spread in the space around you as your bodies were moistened with sweat, and your intimate parts met and parted, unable to resist the pursuit of the sweet, mind-numbing pleasure.
Frenzied and panting, Vegeta buried his face in the crook of your neck.
“Oooh, goood… Oh, so fucking good! My sweet little… Uhhh…” he growled against your sensitive skin, and suddenly - ‘hum!’ - nipped your skin. You yelped from the unexpectedness, still keeping in mind the memory of how he could bite before he learned to adjust his strength to the limits of your body.
“Eeeek!”
The prince chuckled darkly, evoking even more thrilled shivers that made you squirm in his arms.
“Hahahah, how adorable…” he mocked teasingly. “Are you afraid?”
“Ungh… It's not you who'll have to wear a scarf for a week afterward!” you chided crossly before his glans hit the charged knot of sweet tension inside you, making you scream and arch into him.
“Whaaaaaah!”
“Maybe I don't want you to hide my marks,” Vegeta muttered. “Maybe I want everyone to know that you belong to me.”
He inhaled your smell greedily. His grip on your legs tightened.
“Don't think I'm unaware of how much wetter and louder it makes you.”
And with that, he assaulted your neck and your shoulder, kissing, licking, nibbling on your delicate skin with a rumbling guttural growl, occasionally biting you strong enough to leave another mark of his passion, proving his point while punishing your inappropriate thoughts.
After one particularly hard bite, you squeaked and shrunk in his grasp, reflexively trying to push his mouth away. Vegeta froze and glared at you through your fingers, not even trying to hide his contempt at your pathetic attempt to resist him.
The air was bursting out of him loudly, and his mouth twisted into an angry line. A moment later, an alarm flashed in his eyes, and he sniffed your hand. Then some more. His face softened.
“Did you make food for me?”
You stared at him blankly. Instead of explaining, he licked the blood off the cut on your finger before wrapping his lips around it to suck it clean more thoroughly. The wound stung, and you winced. Vegeta kissed the cut.
“It will heal soon,” he said with conviction. “But if you want, I will get you a Senzu.”
“Are you kidding?” you asked breathlessly, throwing a meaningful look over his damaged torso, covered with abrasions, bruises, and wounds. “You need it much more!”
“It's nothing. Your wounds cause me more pain…” He suddenly faltered, his eyes wide with shock, then glanced at your shoulder and exhaled heavily, giving a conciliatory kiss to your palm. “I… got carried away. I will be more careful.”
Your heart fluttered in your chest in response. One day, you will probably tell him how much you love it when he gets carried away with you. Most likely, the attentive prince already knew, but he left it up to you to take that step and say it out loud.
You longed for that moment and feared it… But these feelings never failed to get you excited.
You hugged his head, burying his face between your breasts with a playful, lilting giggle before rocking your hips to draw him back into action. He emerged from your cleavage with a fascinated grin, not in a hurry to part with your chest.
“You’re so soft and delicious,” he praised, admiring you with a half-closed, moonstruck gaze reserved only for moments like this. “And yet you drive me insane,” he chuckled, then paused thoughtfuly, as if absorbing the sensations of your tight pussy riding his thick cock.
It was quite comfortable pushing off of him, and then just letting your hips fall back down until your crotch slammed into his and your body was swept over by another wave of mounting pleasure. And although you doubted you were able to stop, you listened closely to this moment of silence, feeling it pregnant with something important. Soon, Vegeta huffed tensely,
“I feel like I might never get tired of it.”
Your next breath got stuck in your throat, and your heart started pounding in your chest, but having revealed his true feelings, the prince was seized with unfamiliar anxiety about your reaction and immediately rushed to release his stress in the only way he knew with you.
By fucking you hard.
Still amazed, you unquestioningly passed the initiative to him, and he grabbed it with all the vehemence of a man hurrying to regain his mental balance.
“You, it’s you, that's all because of you!” he shouted, driving his cock deep inside you with all the power of his broken composure and emotions he always preferred to suppress. “That's so stupid! I am a warrior, a prince, and a Saiyan, so why - why!? - even in the heat of mortal combat, at the very death door, do I think of you? About your body, your lips, your face, and your voice, about your smile with which you moan even when I'm rough with you…”
He pressed his forehead to yours, panting into your lips, stealing fleeting, tentative kisses that asked you to accept him for who he was. When you responded, his face lit up, and his whole appearance turned unearthly and shining as if radiant wings had grown right behind his back.
“The visions of returning to you pushed me through,” he laid his heart open. “I make them come true.”
Your lips quivered.
“So amidst the battle… You thought of sex?”
His face blushed so hot you could sense that heat on your skin, and for a moment, from under the tough shell of the mighty and unapproachable prince of the space warrior race, you caught a glimpse of a shy young man going through his first love.
“I… I tried not to… b-but…” The temperature of his embarrassment reached its limit, and his temper took over. “Have you seen yourself in the mirror!?” Vegeta retorted furiously, making you gasp for air with the heavy thrusts of his cock. Yet now his movements were soft, almost gentle, driving his flesh to your weak, trembling spots with caring, but inescapable precision.
“More… more… more… Like that, just like that…” you mumbled with your swollen, feverish lips.
“Oh, I know,” he chuckled smugly and thrust into you harder, showing off his skill. “Voluptious thing, you have no idea what your pleasured face does to me…” His hips rocked surely and steadily against your splayed pussy and smooth, relentless pace had you completely lost in pleasure. “You should be proud to be what inspires me in combat!”
On the verge of falling into the sweet oblivion, you dug your nails into his back. The prince hissed, but you were already far beyond the realm of mortals to perceive anything other than his cock and his voice.
“I am, I am, I so am!” you wailed blissfully, clawing his shoulder blades as your climax drew nearer. “Oh, Vegeta, I’ll come now!”
He reached to your pubis and pressed his thumb to the top of your slit, then pulled at the plushy flesh, baring your desirously inflamed, pulsing clit to the persistent, impelling slaps of his crotch. Your hard nipples kept rubbing on his muscly chest, his hot breath brushed your skin, his mouth slowly trailed loving kisses up the line of your throat… You jerked in his hands, once, twice, overwhelmed by a complete stimulation, and lost yourself to the prince of all Saiyans, shaking and breaking in his embrace as your sensitive walls spasmed strongly and wetly on his thrusting cock.
“Good! Oh, how perfect you are for me…” Vegeta growled in your ear, his movements not only refusing to cease but gaining even more strength and speed to fully enjoy your surrender while also letting you enjoy the ride to the fullest.
Because he knew it was what you needed most before you could feel yourself whole again.
“Ugrrh!”
The pressure of your pussy’s rolling contractions tore a strained groan out of him as he pulled out his length and pressed it to your folds, coming hard on your body. Thick, hot, glistening drops painted your skin, reaching even your breasts. Vegeta stroked his shaft from the base to the head, squeezing out the remains, and shook them all off, tapping his cock on your lower belly. Then he ran his hand along his shaft once more to cover his glans with the foreskin before smearing his cooling seed on your thigh. You bit your lip, watching him. Always so eager to mark you in any way possible…
"There you go,” he heaved, smirking faintly, and put you carefully on your feet, which were shaking like the ones of a newborn fawn. “That's it… That’s better. Now - bed."
Then, he suddenly swayed and stepped back before falling flat on the floor with a loud thump. Unconscious.
“Vegeta!!!” you yelled at the top of your lungs, as lost as you were when he just passed the threshold. “If you die after that, I will never forgive you!”
