Patience
Title: Patience
Fandom: Dragon Ball Z
Characters (some others mentioned but this is the pairing): Piccolo and reader
Notes: Reader is like besties with Gohan and met Piccolo at some tournament and yeah. Here we are. ENJOYSIESSS!
You couldn’t help but peek over at the beautiful namekian hovering just above the ground, 2 feet away from where you sat under a tree. You were trying to read a book but with such a big distraction nearby, you’d given that up a while ago. He looked so peaceful, yet still so serious and stoic. You were suddenly very thankful that he had decided to shed his weights which sat on the ground a couple feet away. His purple gi showed off his biceps and collarbones and you always loved the way his hands look. Powerful and rough from training. You also love the way they look on you, against your skin.
“You’re not subtle, you know.” Piccolo stated flatly, cracking an eye open.
“I wasn’t really trying to be.” You shrugged and placed your book down in the grass next to you. He let a low chuckle puff through his nostrils and shut his eye, “You promised to behave while I meditated.”
You knew he wasn’t actually annoyed. Piccolo loved your attention and he especially loved that you wanted him in that way. You’d shot down several other suitors, including Yamcha, but in the end, you had your heart set on the “big, green jerk” as he was described. He’d barely spoken to you until you came up to him after a training session and invited him over to your house for dinner. He’d given you the weirdest look but still accepted the little slip of paper that you tucked in his hand that had your address scribbled on it. You really didn’t expect him to show up but he came that night, and even though he didn’t eat, he still sat and watched while you ate and answered all the silly little questions you had for him.
Also that night, you’d told him about your attractions and he didn’t even let you finish your admissions before he was leaning in and kissing you. Ever since then, you’d been fucking every chance you could and he didn’t care where you were. If you so much as breathed like you were horny, he was eager to drag you into an alley or into a restroom stall and fuck your brains out. Right now, you wanted it to be one of those times but you were starting to think he needed a little push to get riled up.
So, as quietly as you could, you began to crawl on your hands and knees toward him. You felt like a kitten stalking a jaguar but honestly, that’s what made it so exciting.
You were so close now, you could almost touch him but your hand came down on a particularly dry patch of grass. It crackled loudly under your palm and you winced. One of his ears twitched as he opened both of his eyes to gaze down at you, expressionless.
You gave him your best innocent smile and sat up on your haunches, “Don’t you think you deserve a break? You’ve been at it for hours.”
“If you’re bored, why don’t you practice your Ki like I taught you?” He recommended. A tiny smirk played at the corner of his mouth as he peered down at you.
“Piccoloooo, I practiced all day yesterday.” You pouted and placed a tentative hand on his calf.
“You can never practice too much, little one.” He replied, watching your every move as you started climbing into his lap. Finally, he moved his hands for you to get comfortable. You wrapped your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist, hooking your ankles together behind him. His hands gently grazed over your sides and down to squeeze your hips.
“There are other things I’d like to practice right now.” You ground yourself against his already hardening cock, “Oh yeah?” He rumbled, lowering the two of you onto the ground. Then, he leaned in closer, his breath fanning over the skin of your chest and raising goosebumps. Your eyes shifted down to stare at his lips as he spoke “Care to show me what you have in mind?”
“Gladly.” You replied as you surged forward to connect your lips with his. His tongue immediately slipped into your mouth while his hands pushed and pulled with your rocking hips. A desperate groan tore through you and you broke the kiss for a moment to quickly rid yourself of your top, exposing your breasts.
“I’ll never get tired of that.” Piccolo chuckled, his eyes dropping down to your chest. He growled and slid his hand up to cup and squeeze your breast. Piccolo absolutely adores your body and lets you know just how much, very often. He loves your big, pillowy breasts and how his giant hands can barely fit around them. He goes feral for your thighs, how soft and thick they are? He loves how they feel when his arms are wrapped around them while his head is being crushed between them. But he definitely likes eating your pussy the most. Loves the taste, the smell, the feeling. All of it. He once made you cum seven times just from his mouth alone and then gave you another three with his cock after. Right now, you were hoping for a fraction of that same heat. And boy, was he firing up.
He pulled you closer to him with his free hand and settled it on your ass while the other one kept working at your breast. You moaned and pressed your lips back on his, desperate to taste him again. He rolled your nipple under this thumb as his mouth worked against yours, tongues curling and dancing together. Your pussy was practically crying with a desperate need to be filled and you could feel it soaking through your leggings already.
Piccolo sucked your lip into his mouth as he pulled away and released it with a pop, then turned his attention to your neck. He kissed and licked and nipped at all of your sensitive spots making you writhe and keen above him.
“Piccolo, please…” You begged him, your nails digging into his shoulders.
“Mmmm, but you sound so good when you’re needy.” He rumbled against you, kissing a trail down your collarbone to your sternum. “Maybe…” he kissed over your left boob, “You need to be…” then, he kissed over the right then looked up at you with his mouth a breaths distance away from your hardened nipple, “A little more patient.” You couldn’t take it anymore, tears began to prick in the corners of your eyes and a pitiful whimper hummed in your throat.
“Listen to you…” He whispered then, his lips connected with your nipple. You gasped as he began to suck gently while he circled your other nipple with his thumb. He was so good at driving you absolutely crazy sometimes. It was mostly because he could read you like a book. All of your body language, your moans and breathing patterns. He knew exactly where to kiss you, where to touch you and his cock fit perfectly inside you, filling you up to the brim.
His sinful tongue was working faster now, flicking back and forth over your nipple while his lips sucked hard. Then, he was kissing and sucking his way over to your other breast to give it the same attention. Above him, you were a panting mess, unable to contain all the desperate sobs now pouring from your mouth.
Piccolo finished sucking a pretty purple mark into the skin close to your nipple and licked a stripe all the way up from your sternum to your chin with just the very tip of his tongue. Then, he pressed hot kisses over your jaw while his hands tugged at the waistband of your leggings.
“Stand up.” He ordered softly in your ear. With his aide, you were able to stand on wobbly legs in front of him.
“Take those off, little one.” He gestured at your leggings as he pulled his shirt over his head. Quickly, you stepped out the leggings and made a move to get back in his lap but he stopped you with two large hands at your waist causing you to whine.
“These have to go too.” He eyed your pretty little black lace thong. Then, he hooked his fingers under the waistband and pulled them down slowly, his eyes locked on yours. As the soaked fabric pooled around your ankles, Piccolo leaned forward and began kissing your thighs, his hands moving to cradle them as he did so. You moaned and held onto his head with both hands, encouraging him closer to your neglected cunt.
“Fuck, you smell good.” He growled and started biting little marks into the soft skin of your inner thighs. You squealed at every slight sting of his sharp incisors and trembled under his worshiping hands. Everything was driving you absolutely crazy. However, he didn’t leave you waiting for long.
In one quick swoop, Piccolo was on his back and had pulled you down with him to hover just above his face on your knees. He already had his arms locked around your thighs and was looking up at you with mischievous eyes. Then, he stuck out his tongue and roughly tugged you down so that your pussy was pressed against it.
“Ooohh fuuuck.” You breathed as he began to grind your hips down creating friction against your clit. He groaned, the sound coming out breathy yet strangled at the same time. Your hips attempted to buck and rut on their own but his strong hands squeezed the soft flesh of your thighs, making sure you wouldn’t try to move away from his talented tongue. He lapped at your folds now, occasionally plunging inside.
“Shit, I… Immmm not gonna-“ You tried to warn him but he cut you off by his arms flexing and holding you down hard against his face while his tongue scraped back and forth over your clit. At this rate, you would be finished in the next thirty seconds and you could tell that he knew. He wrapped his lips around you and sucked, still grinding your hips against his face.
“Oh fuck!! Piccolo!” You cried, “Don’t stop!” Your hips rolled and bucked on their own, chasing out your release. A few more flicks of his tongue later and you finally came apart. Your thighs began to shake and your eyes rolled back in your head as wave after wave of blinding pleasure surged through your nerve endings.
Your body threatened to tip over and fall but he helped maneuver you onto your back with his head still in between your legs. He stared up at you as you tried to catch your breath, his mouth and chin glistening with your release.
“You’re so fucking good at that.” You manage to say with your chest heaving. A deep chuckle vibrated in his chest, “It’s not very hard.” He replied, pressing gentle kisses to your bruised thighs. “Let me do it again?” He murmured, dark eyes gazed back at you hopefully. Normally, you would love for him to eat you out for the rest of the afternoon but you wanted more right now. You wanted what was in between his legs.
“I want… I want you to fuck me, Piccolo. Please, give me your cock.” You reached out for him, hoping that he was pussydrunk enough to give you what you wanted.
“Shit…” He breathed, hanging his head for a moment to kiss your clit one last time before lifting himself off of the ground to stand over you. “You better be fucking ready for me because I’m not holding back now that you’re begging for it.” He growled, pulling off the remaining garments he was wearing and his hard cock bounced up and down while he got back down on his knees. He huffed out a cocky chuckle as he watched you staring at it, almost drooling.
Wasting no more time, Piccolo nudged your legs further open with a knee. You happily did as he wanted and waited for his next move. He smoothed his hands over the backs of your thighs then shoved downwards, effectively bending you in half. His cock was now pressed hot and heavy against your soaking wet folds, his hips pressed against your backside and his lips hovered just above yours.
“Do you have any idea what you do to me?” He asked, his bottom lip brushing against yours as he spoke. You whimpered as his hips began to rock back and forth, grinding his cock against your pussy. “This… feel this?” He pushed against you harder.
“Fuck… yes, Piccolo.” You moaned, wrapping your arms around his neck. He groaned and reached around to hook your leg around his hip so he could line himself up with you. As wet as you were, he was able to sink all the way inside of you with no resistance and when his hips were finally flush against yours again, you nearly cried. The feeling of him filling you up, touching all of the right spots, it had you seeing stars twinkling in your tears.
“Remember what to do if it gets too much?” He pressed his lips against your jaw and dragged them down to your ear. “Tell me what you’re gonna do if it gets too much.”
“Tap four times with two fingers” You held onto him tighter, your pussy clenching around him as he growled in your ear.
“Good girl.” He smirked, then finally began thrusting in and out of you. A sigh of relief passed through your lips while you clung to him, hanging on for dear life. His pace was already quick and rough, bouncing you up and down on the grass. His lips were attached to your neck, sucking and nipping at your flesh, adding new hickies to the fading ones already present.
“Fuck, Piccolo, you feel so good.” You sobbed out, one hand gripping the back of his head now and the other clawed at his back, drawing lines of purple blood in his green skin. A groan vibrated from his mouth to your neck, making you shiver. The namekian lifted himself to sit up straight, his cock still buried inside of you but his hands smoothed down your stomach, to your hips. His eyes were following his hands then they flicked back up to yours.
“How many times can I make this pretty pussy cum around me, hmm?” He smirked, then began ramming his cock in and out of you, ruthlessly. You could feel him touching parts inside of you that no other man has ever reached while his hips pumped at a faster pace than before. You reached up and traced your fingers over the muscles of his stomach and up to his chest, admiring the way your hands looked so small exploring his body. He hummed his approval and lowered a hand to your clit, where he pressed gently with his thumb. A high pitched series of moans poured from your mouth as another orgasm started coiling around your guts.
“Come on, my sweet little human.” He panted as he started moving his thumb in little circles while his hips snapped into you wildly. “Cum for me.” Your back arched off of the ground as the blinding pleasure ripped you apart once again. Suddenly, a large warm hand was clamped over your mouth and you realized you had been screaming his name at the top of your lungs. His hips had slowed a little to a gentle roll as he allowed you to ride out the last waves of your orgasm.
“Careful. We might attract an audience that way.” He said with a breathy laugh. But you knew he was right. The only reason you guys weren’t more public about your relationship was because Gohan had requested it. You were his best friend after all and he didn’t like seeing his “other dad canoodle his best friend” as he had put it. This particular situation would definitely send Gohan into a coma.
Piccolo moved his hand from your mouth after you’d relaxed and your legs stopped squeezing around his waist. However, he was still rock hard and throbbing inside of you. It was hard to think when you were so cockdumb but you wanted him to finish and you were determined to make that happen. So, you reached up to his face and pulled him down to kiss you, making him grunt and absentmindedly rock his hips once again.
“Piccolo, I want you bend me over and fuck me against that tree.” You requested against his parted lips.
“Damn it, girl, you’ll be the end of me.” He growled and scooped you up by your ass with your legs still wrapped around him to carry you over to the tree in question. Then, rough hands stood you up and turned you around with your face and tits pressed against the tree trunk.
“Bite down on this.” He handed you a balled up wad of fabric that you sort of recognized but weren’t very concerned about at the moment. You simply did as he instructed and accepted the item he stuffed into your mouth. Then, he plunged right back inside of you causing you to let out a strangled groan.
“What a filthy little girl you are.” He remarked above you, one hand pushing your face against the rough bark and the other was pulling one of your arms behind your back to use as a handle. His thrusts were so hard now that it shook your whole body and the tree you were holding on to. But this is what you love. When he loses himself and gives into his most carnal side.
“I wish you could see how good this pussy looks taking my cock from behind.” He groaned, watching himself disappear and reappear from inside you. “So good and fucking wet for me.” His head dropped back when you clenched around him, loving his words. The slapping sounds of his hips against your ass were deafening and he only continued to pound you harder
You sobbed and cried, the sounds muffled by the article of fabric in your mouth and you could hardly keep yourself standing anymore as a third and final orgasm began to simmer. “Oooohh that’s it, pretty girl. I feel you getting close.” He growled. Then he moved his arm to wrap around your front where he could clamp his hand around your throat. Your back was now pressed tightly against his chest and his other hand began to slink down to your clit. He pressed down hard with two fingers, causing you to moan out a sharp cry. “Give me another one, come on. Let me feel you cum around me.” He panted breathlessly, squeezing your throat just the way he knew you liked it. He brushed his lips along the shell of your ear, his hot breath tickling your skin. “Cum.” He grunted, licking where his lips had just been while he rubbed gentle circles against your clit. His hips rolled into you at such a perfect angle, you were cumming before you could even feel it, sobbing his name over and over. The intense fluttering and clenching of your walls sent him over the edge in only 3 more mighty thrusts. His groaning and grunting in your ear was only encouraging you more to grind back against him to draw out every last bit of his release.
“Good girl… shit.. you did so good for me.” He panted, gently taking his hand from your neck so that he could turn you around and help you stand. You held onto his biceps and chuckled weakly, “When did you stop meditating?”
He gave you half a smile, “When you stopped reading.”
