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baegetas · 6 months

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》 blackout.

son goku x afab reader

summary: sitting at the bar after a hard day, you're joined by none other than your friend gohan's father, and he knows how he can cheer you up.

warnings: minors do not interact, explicit content: age gap, multiple orgasms, (slight, if you squint) implied cheating, overstimulation, drunk sex, alcohol consumption

word count: 1.7k

you were alone at a bar. you'd completely flunked an exam that you'd studied hard for, and you were downing shots like they were nothing. even the bartender was asking if you were okay, to which you'd reply with a simple, "i will be."

while you were mindlessly scrolling through social media, a giggle cut through your brooding silence. it was familiar. you looked over your shoulder, finding that you were face-to-face with a "friend" of yours: goku. well, correction: he was gohan's father, and you were a friend of gohan's. you were a little scared of goku at first, but warmed up to him once you knew he wasn't some scary muscle-head. he grinned at you and promptly mused, "hey!"

"hello, goku."

he sat next to you, looking at you like a dejected puppy. "aw, what's wrong? you looked bored from over there, but man, you seem pretty sad."

you sighed, failing to hide the smile from him. "i guess. but i didn't expect to see you here, out of all people."

"whaaat?" goku giggled and spun the barstool around. "are you kidding? this place is so fun!"

"no, i mean, like, i didn't see you as much of a drinker."

"eh... if it's sweet, i don't care what it is. i'll drink it. heeeey!" he flagged down the bartender, grinning happily. "you have jello shots? yeah? you should give us a few!"

you gave him a slightly agitated look, to which he giggled and said, "don't worry, i'll pay! i don't know what's got you so down, but it's time to cheer up!"

that giggle would be the end of you, and you knew it. as the shots slid onto the counter in front of you, you sighed. it wouldn't be horrible to have a little fun, right?

next thing you knew, goku had convinced you to join him on the dance floor. there had always been something so charming about his idiocy. something charming about how oblivious he was. however, now that he had you in your own little corner of the place in the dark, you could see something else behind those sweet eyes. you could see intention, like he was aware of exactly what he was doing. he was aware that it was the two of you. he was aware that you were both tipsy. he was aware that he was double your size. he was very aware.

with the lights spinning again, flashing a multitude of colors, you found yourself lost in music. lost in liquor. you and goku had been gradually getting closer to one another. you found yourself dancing right against him, and his rough, calloused hands were sliding up and down the sides of your torso, with a focus on your hips. swaying back and forth in rhythm, you could feel his muscles against your back. you could feel his breath against your neck. you shuddered, and looked up at him for some sort of clue as to what he was thinking. and looking back at you were two serious, calculating eyes. like a predator. "heh. you look surprised."

your lip shook ever so slightly. "you... are you?"

he smirked. "am i what? gotta finish the sentence."

you hiccuped, trying to clear your throat. "flirting?"

"i dunno," he hummed, feigning innocence. "problem?"

your eyes flickered down to his hands on your hips. they were gripping you. "...no."

his voice dropped an octave, getting raspy. "nice. you mind if i do something?"

"to... to me?" he nodded, and you were having trouble suffocating the butterflies in your stomach. you swallowed roughly, leaning your head back against his shoulder as you stared up at him. he was holding you against him. for a moment, you thought, what would gohan think? i mean, this was your friend's dad. this man was twice your age. but nonetheless, you replied, "you... can do anything you want. to me."

within a split second, he flipped you around and pressed your back against the club's concrete wall. you had no time to breathe. goku was kissing you with a passion. your hands gripped his clothes, pulling him as close as you could. his thigh pressed in between your legs, and at that point, you were putty in his hands. all you could do was whine. this was a completely different goku, and you were loving it.

he sank his teeth into the side of your neck, and you moaned out loud. when you noticed someone staring at the two of you, your eyes widened. "ah- goku! hey."

he pulled back from your skin by just inches. "something wrong?"

"we... we can't do this. not... in public."

his voice was gravelly. "why not? i'm sure people would love to watch. make 'em jealous."

you blushed and stammered out, "it... it's indecent... and a little illegal... to do things like this in public. my apartment would be a better place."

"your apartment?" he stood straight up and pressed two fingers to his forehead. he gripped your shoulder tightly. "gotcha."

and suddenly, you were both standing in the front hallway of your apartment. you blinked a few times, unsure of what the fuck just happened, but all of that was thrown to the wayside when goku's lips found yours again, pressing you against the wall of your living room.

your belongings fell to the ground, and your hands started to pull his shirt up so you could feel his torso. every muscle, every divot - he was so fucking ripped. and his hands weren't wasting time with you, either. traveling up your thighs, he tore your panties off with one finger. his hand grabbed your entire ass, and he took in a deep inhale, smelling your scent on the skin of your neck. "god, you smell so good."

"you... ah!" you lost your train of thought when he started grinding his crotch against yours. with flushed cheeks from a drunken stupor, you mumbled, "you... want me, don't you?"

shedding his t-shirt, he growled, "what do you think?"

he was biting at your skin as his hands discarded the rest of your clothes, albeit in a more refined fashion. once you were completely nude, he couldn't hold himself back anymore. he picked you up like a doll. like you weighed absolutely nothing to him. he was quick to find your bedroom, and he quite literally threw you down onto the bed. then, he followed. and his tongue found your slit, rough hands pushing your thighs apart so he could taste you as much as he possibly could.

your hand tangled in his thick hair. he was so sloppy, but it was quick to send every nerve in your body into a frenzy. he would grunt and groan, and his nose would bump against your clit, sending a jolt through your body. when his tongue actually plunged into you, you lost all of your bearings. you came all over his face, and he replied to it with a pleased groan, unwilling to pull away until your body relaxed. with one eye open, you looked down at his messy face. his dark, widened pupils. his flushed cheeks. then, he grinned. "i thought you'd taste good, but that was better than i thought."

panting, you whined back, "goku... i..."

"already on it." he was quick to remove his pants and boxers, and he was quick to climb back over you, trapping you in another kiss. with the full weight of his body against his, you realized just how small you were. his length slid along your folds, and you could taste yourself on his tongue.

your hands found his back when he got the opportunity to press himself into you, and he did so with a guttural groan. at that point, you couldn't think. the slow stretch was just too good, and your foreheads rested against one another until he was fully sheathed in you. he panted, "so... tight... i gotta..."

you panted back, "just... just fuck me."

and when his hips started snapping back and forth, you couldn't help but whine. your nails dug into his back, and his face was buried in your neck. he was relentless, keeping a fast, steady pace. as your moans got louder, you heard his voice in your ear. "shh... be a good girl. i know you can handle it."

hitting that sweet spot over and over, it didn't take any time for you to come undone a second time. and a third time. goku hadn't even broken much of a sweat, and he had you completely folded over underneath him. your eyes were locked on his as he cooed, "yeah, that's it. good."

in that moment, you understood that he was going to finish inside you. and you didn't care one bit about it. as if on cue, his huge frame leaned down to trap you in a tongue-filled kiss, hands gripping your ass. you weren't going anywhere. he had you completely pinned.

you'd lost count of how many times you came before his thrusts started to get sloppy. he was grunting more often, shaft head poking at your cervix every now and then. it hurt, but you were far too blissed out to care. "good girl. just... a little bit more, okay?"

by now, you were a babbling mess, but you managed to nod in response. the bed was slamming against the wall, and you knew that your neighbors on all sides would be complaining about the noise, if they hadn't already. his grunts were going right into your ear, and he grunted especially loudly as he said, "you ready?"

you nodded and mewled, "yes, please."

goku growled, then moaned beautifully has he came right into you. his hips didn't even stop, riding out his own orgasm with a blissful look on his face. when his hips eventually stopped, he collapsed onto you, breathing heavily. you were doing the same. your head was spinning. after only a minute, he propped himself up on his elbow. "whew... that was... amazing."

"i... know." you said this so quietly that you could barely hear it yourself. "it was."

then, goku gave you that trademark giggle. that trademark grin. you looked at him through half lidded eyes as he said, "i think we're gonna have to do that again. way more often than just once. i'm gonna need it."

you smiled and wrapped your arms around his torso. you couldn't respond vocally, but pulling him closer was the answer he needed. he giggled again and relaxed atop you, with no intention of moving any time soon.

#mdni #smut #son goku #goku #goku x reader #son goku x reader #dbz x reader #dbs x reader #fem reader #x reader

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blossombriefs · 24 days

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Chateau | NSFW Vegeta OneShot [18+]

AN: I honestly couldn’t help myself. I had to write about my favourite DB boi. I’ve been planning one for a little while so I hope you all enjoy it! Summary: The gang all go on vacation together after the events of the Buu saga, however, there is more on Vegeta's mind than meets the eye. Title namesake: 'Chateau' by Blackbear Content: Sexual and mature content. Vegeta and Bulma are not together and Trunks doesn’t exist. The reader is related to Chi-Chi. Praise kink. Oral sex. Teasing. Mentions of a breeding kink. Vegeta is a cocky mf, I kinda made him a lil down bad during the confession. Word count: 2.7K

After taking on Majin Buu, the gang all decided it was time to take a huge vacation together before trying to find some normality. Mr Satan had booked and paid for everyone to go to a beachfront villa. Your sister Chi-Chi had invited you along with her family; her husband Goku and their two kids. You packed your suitcase with everything you'd need; bikinis, sunscreen, water bottles, towels. You were ready to spend time with your friends and loved ones.

On arrival, everyone seemed over the moon to be there, all apart from one. Sulking behind the group carrying his bags was Vegeta. You couldn’t help but notice the tension that was radiating from the proud prince. Determined to lift his spirits, you hung behind the group and approached him with a warm smile.

“Hey Vegeta,” you greeted him. Out of genuine concern and with a tilt of your head, you continued “What’s the matter?”

“Oh great, Kakarot’s insufferable bride’s equally as insufferable sister.” He said with an eye roll. When he glanced at you, you clocked his expression softening slightly. He grumbled, “It’s nothing that concerns you, woman,”

Refusing to be thrown off by his brash tone, you persisted. “Come on, Vegeta, we’re all here to relax and have fun.”

He hesitated for a moment, seemingly caught off guard by your display of persistence. After a heavy sigh, he muttered, “Fine. I suppose you’re right. But I don’t see the point in all this frivolity.”

You placed a gentle hand on his arm, feeling the tension in his muscles ease ever so slightly at the touch. “Sometimes we all just need a break from the chaos, the training, the battles. Let’s just make the most of this time together.”

Vegeta glanced down at your hand on his arm, accidentally letting his expression softed further. He didn't pull away, instead, he found himself oddly comforted by your touch.

"Fine," he muttered, this time with a little less hostility. "But don't expect me to participate in any ridiculous beach games or play happy families with Kakarot's kids."

You chuckled, a sound that caught Vegeta and even yourself a little off guard. "Fair enough. Just promise me you'll try to enjoy yourself, even if it's just a little bit."

Vegeta's response was a grunt, but there was a flicker of acceptance in his eye. With that, you two joined up with everyone in the villa. It was a gorgeous place to call home for a few weeks. The wooden walls and wall-height glass windows overlooked the sea and the beach. Chi-Chi ran through the room plans. Goku and her, of course, took the biggest bedroom in the villa. Gohan and Videl were downstairs in another large bedroom. Goten had his own room near his parents which was the smallest. You were in your own room in the back corner of the uppermost floor next door to Vegeta's room. You leaned down to pick up your bags to start heading upstairs however were met with a shoulder nudging you out of the way. You looked over to see Vegeta leading the way. "Let me get these."

Days passed by in a blur of sunshine, laughter and relaxation. You spent time relaxing with your sister and niece-in-law on the beach while Goku, Gohan and Goten played in the roaring, crisp waves. Gradually, you even saw Vegeta come around to the idea of a vacation. He maintained his aloof demeanour, often preferring solitary walks on the beach or continuing to train behind everyone's backs in the villa's gym. However, there were a few moments when you caught him watching everyone with a hint of longing in his eyes. On this particular occasion, you heard the sliding door click open from the villa. You turned around to see him sporting just a dark blue pair of swimming shorts and a pair of black flip-flops. You hoped your sunglasses hid your eyes as you found yourself drawn to his perfectly chiselled body, toned legs and muscular arms. Sweat dripped down him in the blistering sun as it was clear he had finished another gym session. You let out a flustered sigh as he stretched, looking out in Goku's direction as he made his way down the beach.

"Y/N!" you heard a screech from beside you. You turned your head as your eyes met Chi-Chi's. She held a glare but quickly started to laugh hysterically.

"W-what!?" you responded, shuffling back awkwardly on your towel.

"Do you think I'm stupid?" she answered, "Older sister's intuition tells me that you're eyeing up Vegeta!"

"I am not!" you argued back. Chi-Chi only persisted in making a mockery of you. You rolled your eyes as you tried to play off your sister's teasing, but deep down, you couldn't deny the truth behind her words. There was something about Vegeta that drew you in, something beyond his tough exterior and gruff demeanour. You wanted to break that hard exterior.

As the days passed you found yourself spending more and more time with Vegeta. You started accompanying him to the gym or on his beachside walks. You both were simply enjoying each other's company in the villa. Despite his initial reluctance, he seemed to appreciate having someone to confide in, someone he could talk to about the heavy weight of his past and the struggles that he had faced.

On the sixth night of the vacation, the two of you found yourselves sitting side by side on the beach once again, watching as the sun dipped below the horizon in a blaze of fiery tones that reflected off the clear waters below. The gentle sound of the waves filled the air, a soothing backdrop to the tension that crackled between you.

You sat flushed to one another, you accepted in your head that you didn't think Vegeta would want to be any closer. His eyes fixated forward as you broke the silence, "It's beautiful isn't it."

Vegeta tore his gaze away from the horizon, turning to look at you with an intensity that sent a shiver down your spine. "Yes, you could say that... but I don't think it's the most beautiful thing on this beach."

You tilted your head, blinking a little in surprise. You felt your heart skip a beat, "Vegeta..."

He reached out his hand to brush against yours in a tentative gesture. "You know I'm not good with emotions, woman. I've been trying to deny it, push anything I feel aside," he confessed, his voice rough with emotions. "But I feel like I have to be honest with you. I don't find you annoying. I-"

Your breath caught in the back of your throat at his confession, your mind reeling with a whirlwind of emotions. You hadn't dared entertain the idea that Vegeta could ever feel the same way that you did. His vulnerability lit a fire in your chest, he lay his heart bare before you. Without hesitation, you leaned in closer as your lips met his. A spark ignited between the pair of you. He didn't deny your kiss, gripping your wrist as his lips matched yours. When you eventually pulled back, you were breathless and craved more. In the moment all you could see was Vegeta and all Vegeta could see was you. Nothing else mattered except the two of you embracing under the starlit sky. The world was slowly drawn into focus, and the sounds of the ocean crashing against the shore filled the air. You gazed deeply into Vegeta's eyes, seeing his vulnerability there took your breath away.

"I didn't expect this," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper.

"Me neither," you confessed as a smile tugged the corners of your lips. You let your fingers trace his knuckles as you looked up and into his dark eyes, "I want you Vegeta."

He nodded as he leaned in, again claiming your lips as his. His hand sat comfortably on the side of your neck, his fingers tracing your jaw as he slipped his tongue gently into your mouth. You moaned softly, again matching his movements as your tongue swirled against his. Your hands raced through his dark hair, tugging it with your fingers as his moans matched yours. As he pulled away again, you fluttered your lashes with an innocent smile, "My room or yours?"

Without hesitation, Vegeta gripped your hand tightly as he marched back into the villa past everyone in the living room who were gathered to watch TV over dinner. Chi-Chi shot you a glance with a wink accompanying it and you could hear Goku question it as you reached the top of the stairs. "What was that about Chi-Chi?"

Vegeta shoved the door to his room open with his free hand, instantly closing it over once you were inside as he forced you against it. His warm breath greets your neck followed by his lips. Your moans were gentle, your hands gripped to his shoulders. He tugged gently at your skin with his fangs, revelling in the sounds coming from your lips. He grunted, "You do things to me, woman."

"Not as much as you do to me..." you whisper, pressing a playful kiss against his cheek. "My prince..."

Hearing that only got him more riled up. You could feel his hard cock push against your thigh through his shorts. He needed you now. Jumping up in his arms, he kept you held up by your thighs as you both continued making out. Vegeta directed you to the bed, throwing you down harshly as he pulled his tank top over his wide shoulders, dropping it on the floor. "Maybe if you're a good girl, your prince will reward you."

"Don't play coy. I've seen you eyeing me like a piece of meat this entire vacation. You've been begging for me to fuck you." You shook your head with a gentle bite of your lip, drawing a chuckle from the Saiyan's lips. You could only look up hungrily at his body, a smirk plastering his face as he undid the string of his shorts, "I'd be lying if I wasn't doing the same. Why do you think I was hiding out in that gym? Seeing you in that swimwear set me off more than I'm willing to admit."

As his shorts fell, you caught a glimpse of his massive cock as it sprung against his stomach. It was long, girthy and solid hard, craving your touch. He outstretched his finger and beckoned you towards him, "I want you to take me in your mouth."

You were quick to oblige, slowly crawling to the edge of the bed as you gripped his hard length in your hand. Your fingers could barely make it around his shaft. You looked up at him, your touch clearly making him fold as you gently began to suck on his tip. His moan was loud this time, his hand gripping your hair tightly as you stroked him at the same time. His eyes immediately shut, his mouth hanging open as he let more moans escape his lips, "Fuck, ah! Good girl. Such a good girl!"

You allowed your mouth to travel further down his shaft, your wrist twisting as you kept your grip on him. He couldn’t help but mumble and moan as he was like putty in your hands. You slipped off the bed and onto your knees, continuing to look on as you pleasured Vegeta. Your tongue pressured on the base of his cock, and your little kitten licks around his tip making him louder, you did everything right for him. You could feel his dick twitch, he was ready to cum in your mouth, but with one swift motion, he pulled you back to your feet. “Fuck… your turn.”

You were caught by surprise as Vegeta lowered you back down onto the bed on your back, gripping your tiny shorts as he slid them down your thighs. His eyes focused on what was waiting for him. “You’re soaking… I’ve barely even touched you, woman.”

He grasped your shoulders, turning you with your back to his chest as his hand slid down your torso, tugging at your panties hard to drive a moan out of your lips as the fabric rubbed off everything sensitive. He smiled, clearly loving to toy with you. Eventually, your panties were off and on the floor along with the rest of your clothes. He couldn’t help but let his fingers explore further down towards your heat. He circled your clit with his thumb, purring at the sound of your moans escaping your mouth. The louder you were, the harder he’d go, he knew he was pleasing you and he loved every second of it. You stuttered, your brain turning to mush, “V-Vegeta… fuck… so good…”

“I love how loud you are, Y/N, fuck!”

“K-keep going!”

He allowed his fingers to drift down more, keeping his thumb on your clit as he slid two of his fingers inside you. Keeping himself at a steady rhythm, he penetrated you deeper and deeper as he had one set goal in his mind. He wanted you to cum.

It wouldn't take him long to achieve it. You let out a high moan as you found yourself releasing onto Vegeta’s hand. He smirked in a cocky manner as he ground himself to a halt. You looked at him, your eyes watering as you panted heavily. “Fuck… I've never…”

“Shh…” he hushed you, sliding his wet fingers into your mouth. Your eyes widened in surprise as you gently suckled on them. “Taste how good you are, c'mon. That's a good girl…”

The back and forth was hot, intense, and absolutely nothing short of mind-blowing. You both clearly had one goal in mind now. Vegeta pinned you to the mattress, removing your shirt before positioning himself with your ankles on his shoulders. Slowly but surely he slid inside you, the size of his huge, hard cock stretching against you as he slowly thrust in. You gazed up at him, his eyes drifting back into yours as he grunted loudly in pure bliss. You whimpered with each thrust, Vegeta refusing to hold back as he picked up the pace, each movement pushing him deeper inside you.

“You want me to cum inside you? Is that what you want?” his voice was higher, it was clear he was close. His hands squeezed your thighs tightly as he moved in closer. You wrapped your legs tightly around his waist and basked in his loud callouts. Suddenly, he grabbed your face, his mouth just mere centimetres from yours as he repeated himself. “C’mon, tell me you want me to cum inside you.”

“Please Vegeta,” you begged, the roughness of his movements introducing you to a high you’d never felt before. “Please cum inside me.”

He smirked, letting a gasped laugh out as he buried his head into your chest. He was so close but so were you. You directed your nails to his shoulder blades, clawing in desperation as Vegeta left marks along your collarbone. The prince was whiny, you couldn’t help but love listening to him.

“I-I’m” you called out, his head snapped up as he gazed into your eyes. His hips snapped into you as fast as his body would allow him. You screamed out in pure pleasure, feeling a pure rush of adrenaline run through your body as Vegeta wasn’t far behind.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” He yelled, pushing himself in as deep as he possibly could, letting himself go inside you as he slowly ground to a halt. He collapsed beside you, breathing heavily with his arms folded over his chest. You snuggled your head into his shoulder, looking up as you couldn’t help but grin.

“We can’t let this be once only…” you whispered.

Vegeta nodded in agreement, his head sinking back into the pillow as he slid his arm around your warm, sweaty body.

“I’d take you as my mate… if you’d let me have you… I mean, I can’t see you saying no…”

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jksprincess10 · 1 year

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The neighbor’s daughter 3.Hello again

A/N: I wanted to make this part more story-driven, but it’s still smutty. I want to make more chapters, but it’ll be a short series.

Summary: You bring your new lover to a party.

CW: talks of cheating, anxiety, bj, rough sex, unprotected sex, age gap, alcohol, weed consumption, fluff city.

I suggest to read the other parts before:

Part 1

Part 2

In some ways, everything was easier now that your dad knew about your casual relationship with Joel. What made it harder was… you didn’t have “the talk” with your lover. You didn’t want to put a label on your relationship, knowing that you would leave for New York at the end of the summer. You didn’t want to break Joel’s heart. And you didn’t want Sarah to get attached to you, that’s why you were planning on never telling her. But Sarah was a smart girl, she knew something was going on.

You were both getting attached. It was dangerous.

Your phone buzzed with a text from Sam, pulling you away from your thoughts.

Party on sat at my place. U down?

Like old times? Sure.

U can bring your sweet neighbor 😉

You didn’t know if that type of crowd was Joel’s thing. He was… older and more responsible after all. He was more of the quiet type, spending a night sipping on beers with your dad rather than partying with young adults.

Still, you asked.

Party at Sam’s on Saturday. You’re invited as my +1. Do you want to come?

Do you want me to come, hun?

Yes. But only if you want.

I’m in. I’ll pick you up and we’ll go together.

Joel hadn’t been to a party in what… 10 years? He was nervous, even though you spent hours reassuring him. He wanted to make you happy, and your happiness was more important than his nervousness.

He left Sarah at her uncle’s house before he parked his truck in front of your house. When you got out after hugging your dad, you were wearing a cropped blouse and a matching mini skirt, that didn’t leave much to the imagination. Joel looked at you, mouth wide open. He calmed down to wave at your dad, who was looking at you through the window.

“Knowing this was a fashion parade, I should’ve dressed better.” He said as you took place in the passenger seat, after letting out a whistle.

You rolled your eyes at him with a smile.

“You’re perfect.”

Joel, on the other hand, was wearing a simple olive-green V-neck shirt, a leather coat over it and tight dark jeans. His curls were slicked back, giving his hair a more put-together look. You were so used to seeing him in his work clothes, covered in wood dust, that even this was the biggest change for you.

While he was driving, he put his hand on your thigh. You could feel his fingers tapping your skin nervously. You put your hand on his to stop him from fidgeting.

“Joel, are you okay?”

“Yeah, just nervous as fuck.”

“Why? You’ve met Sam, kind of.”

“Yeah, it’s just not my kind of crowd, you know? What if they find it weird that you’re bringing an ol’ dad with you?” He asked as he parked in Sam’s street. He stopped the car and turned to look at you.

“First of all, you look 30 tops, tonight. Second of all, I don’t care what they think.”

Three words were burning your tongue, but instead, you added:

“I really like you, Joel. Don’t worry.”

He nodded with a smile, before leaning in to press a kiss on your lips.

“I really like you too.”

When you both got in Sam’s backyard, the party was already well started. Popular music was blasting on the stereo, drunken young adults were dancing. You saw a lot of familiar faces from high school, people you did theater with before going to New York.

Sam waved at you, and you two went towards him. You gave him a big hug.

“So happy to see you.” He acknowledged Joel’s presence with a nod. “There’s only… one problem.”

You frowned. “What?”

“Chad is here.”

“What the fuck? He ain’t even friends with you.”

Joel placed his hand on the small of your back.

“Turns out Darcy, who did theater with us, is his new girlfriend. They worked together on some project in New York and he’s visiting.”

Was it the girl he cheated on you with? You didn’t know and didn’t care.

“It’ll be fine. There’re enough people here, I might not even see them.” You tried to reassure yourself.

Sam disappeared after, getting dragged away by the guy he was seeing.

“So, Chad? Your asshole ex?” Joel asked, concerned.

“Yeah.”

“Do you want to leave, hun?”

“No. I just want a drink, frankly.”

“I got’chu.” He laughed and dragged you to the nearest icebox.

You took a Smirnoff, and he took a generic beer, when you heard a song from Metric that you liked.

Hello again, friend of a friend, I knew you when

Our common goal was waiting for the world to end

Now that the truth is just a rule that you can bend

You crack the whip, shape-shift and trick the past again

You dragged Joel with you as he protested, but you gave him no choice but to dance with you. He managed to keep his nervousness away as you were dancing ridiculously with him.

I'll send you my love on a wire

Lift you up, every time, everyone, ooh, pulls away, ooh

From you

You looked so pretty like this, hair moving with your head bangs, arms in the air, and screaming the lyrics. From the corner of your eye, you saw Chad, but you ignored him, your eyes coming back to Joel’s face, to stay grounded.

The song changed for a Doja Cat one, that was Joel’s cue to stop. He had his hands on his knees, panting.

“Damn, we’ll have to dance more often. You’re out of shape.” You laughed.

“Shut up. I’ll go get us more drinks.”

You stole a kiss from him, before you watched him leave. Chad took this opportunity to approach you. You gave him a polite smile. He presented Darcy. She was objectively a pretty girl, long blonde hair, green eyes, and all in curves. Too pretty for a pathetic guy like Chad.

“Respectfully, I don’t really wanna talk to you two right now. Wasn’t expecting you to be here and it’s ruining my vibe.” You snapped.

“Damn. Still not over me?” He asked with a stupid smile.

“Oh I am, I just feel like I don’t have to keep any kind of friendship with you. So kindly, fuck off.” You retorted with a forced smile.

Joel came back and gave you another bottle. When he saw in what kind of situation you were in, he threw his arm around your waist and pulled you close in a protective way, staring at Chad like an angry guard dog.

“Didn’t know your dad liked parties.” He said as he looked at Joel from head to toe.

Darcy tried to pull Chad away, but he gave her a slight slap on the hand. Asshole. She grumbled something and left him there.

“Joel’s not my dad. Turns out older men are more serious and don’t have a tendency to cheat on you. Crazy, right?” You argued sarcastically.

“I think you should be takin’ care of your own girlfriend, bud.” Joel added in a firm tone.

Chad scoffed and left.

“I just need a minute…” You said to Joel, before you went inside Sam’s house, disappearing in the closest bathroom.

Chad’s encounter didn’t destabilize you as much as Joel almost calling you his girlfriend. Minutes later, you heard a knock on the door, before Joel came in. This bathroom was tiny, just enough for you two to fit in it.

“Are you okay, hun?” He asked, brows furrowed. “We can leave.”

“I’m okay.” You sat on the counter to give him more space, legs dangling in front of you. “Are you? You look pissed as fuck.”

“Being called your dad wasn’t in tonight’s plans.”

“He was exaggerating, Joel.”

You hooked your legs around his waist to pull him closer, looking up at his face. Your hand caressed his scratchy beard slowly as you tried to make him smile. Your soft touch took some of his tension away and he relaxed his tight jaw.

“Did you… insinuate I was your girlfriend?” You finally asked what was on your mind.

“I guess I did. What should I call you?”

“Yours.” You shrugged as you responded.

“Mine?”

“Yes.”

He leaned in, his lips inviting you to a soft kiss. You tangled your arms around his neck to bring him closer, deepening the exchange as your tongue found his. When he left your lips, his mouth latched onto the sensitive skin of your neck, where he sucked a faint red bruise. You moaned softly, before pushing him away.

“Later.”

He pouted, looking at you with puppy eyes.

“I promise.” You added.

“It’s just… you in that mini skirt is totally doing it for me.”

You rolled your eyes at him.

“That’s the point.”

He left the bathroom after leaving a small kiss on your lips. You followed him back outside, where Sam checked in with you.

“You wanna smoke, babes?” Asked Sam as he gave you a tight hug.

You looked up at your lover, almost asking for permission. He shrugged.

“I’m the driver, so without me. Go ahead, hun.”

While you were sat in a circle smoking with a few friends, some drama unfolded. Darcy emptied her beer on Chad and they both left, yelling at each other.

“Good fucking riddance.” You laughed.

For the rest of the night, Joel stayed by your side, watching over you and making sure you drank plenty of water.

You were walking back to his truck, his arm locked tightly around your waist so you wouldn’t fall. He helped you climb to the passenger seat, where you pulled him in for a long kiss. You tasted like weed and cheap alcohol.

“You’re a mess, hun. Let’s get you home.” He pulled away and stroked your cheek affectionately.

You pouted.

“Want you.” You moaned. “You’re so hot.”

He laughed as he climbed in the driver seat, putting a protective hand on your thigh as he backed from the driveway.

Joel didn’t understand. You couldn’t wait. You undid your belt and he looked at you.

“Put your belt back on.”

You shook your head and creeped a hand to his side, feeling his bulge through his tight jeans. He breathed in heavily, looking annoyed.

“Keep your eyes on the road.”

With expert fingers, you undid his belt and freed his member from his pants, which was already hard from your past actions. You took the base in hand and took all of it in your mouth. Joel’s fingers were holding on the steering wheel for dear life, his knuckles turning white. He shot a few glances at you, but kept his eyes on the road. He grunted, between anger and arousal. You bobbed your head up and down in a fast pace, feeling the saltiness of his pre-cum on your tongue.

The ride to Joel’s house was a short one, but you did manage to tease him enough. When he was parked, he pulled you off him by your hair.

“Go inside.” He ordered.

You snorted, happy to see him so annoyed. He dressed himself and held you by the arm to pull you inside his house. Once the door was closed, Joel pushed you against it, attacking you with a hungry kiss. Then, he lifted you up and held you as he went up to his room.

“Pull up your skirt.”

You laid on the bed and you did, the fresh air of the room hitting on your wetness. He groaned as he saw that you weren’t wearing anything under the mini skirt. Two fingers crept up inside you without more prep. You were still clouded on weed; you could barely feel the pain.

While he kept fingering you, he pulled down his pants and his boxers, just enough to free his member. He was in a hurry, no time to take off all your clothes. He didn’t seem to care either about making you cum, he just wanted to release the tension. You couldn’t blame him and seeing him so desperate for you sufficed to arouse you.

When the last of his patience disappeared, he pulled your thighs, so you’d be on the edge of the bed as he was on his feet.

“M’gonna make you pay, hun. Want you to feel this tomorrow.”

He buried himself inside of you in one clean movement. You stretched beautifully around him, the rest of your body staying relaxed as you couldn’t even reach him. You were a mere spectator to his pleasure; he was using you.

His name left your lips weakly as he was thrusting deeply into you, keeping a rough space to speed his release. Like he finally remembered you were there, his fingers caressed your bundle of nerves to help you chase your high. When you did, you tightened around him, and he spilled his warm liquid inside of you.

Joel was half asleep, looking so peaceful like this, curled up against your back, but your anxiety wouldn’t leave you. The feeling had started when you had “the” talk in the bathroom, it had left for a bit, but it started to get heavy again.

“Joel?”

“Hmm?” He sleepily asked.

“You know… we don’t have to… I just don’t… I just don’t wanna break your heart.”

“What are you talking about?” He grumbled.

“Seriously. We don’t have to be a thing. You know I’m going back to New York at the start of the semester…”

“Oh, so that’s what’s going on.” He seemed more awake when you turned around to look at him, eyes glowing with tears. Joel wiped them away and kissed your forehead. “Let’s not make this complicated, hun. We’ll cross the bridge when we get there. You’ll always come back to me or I’ll get to you.”

“You have your own life here, with Sarah…”

“Then I’ll build you your own Broadway here if that makes it easier for us.”

You smiled through your tears and he hugged you tighter.

#Joel Miller #joel miller smut #joel miller x reader #db ! joel miller #dbf ! joel #dbf!joel #dbf!joel miller #pedro pascal #pedro pascal x reader #pedro pascal smut #pedro pascal x you #joel miller x you

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konigsblog · 6 months

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can we get some toxic!dadbod!könig pleaseeee 🫣 it’s what the people need!

mmf', t!db!könig is one of my favourite au's/concept, he's just too fucking good, he's everything i need !! :3

— mentions of weed.

t!db!könig is such a cruel bastard. he's a tease and he's unwilling to allow you to talk back to him. he'll brush off all of your worries and complaints — but not to ease your worries, but mainly because he doesn't really care. t!db!könig isn't as worse as könig, he's a mess of a man who'll use his emotions to get what he please.

just be a good girl and get his weed :(( be a doll and suck his dick!! just listen to him or give him a handjob :3 t!db!könig is so demanding, he'll drag you onto his lap while you're intoxicated so he can hump your ass and cum all in his boxers, just so he can sit around naked without any boxers on, with his thick muscular, thighs spread apart and his half-hard, heavy cock sticking to his thigh.

cum stains from his tip leaking that he expects you to clean. don't be such a bitch !! bend over and let him use you, don't be cruel... he makes you feel stupid for asking questions, telling you to stick to being a fleshlight and stop thinking :((

#orla speaks #t!db!könig #toxic dadbod könig #toxic!dadbod!könig #könig x reader #könig call of duty #könig cod #könig mw2 #könig #konig mw2 #cod konig #konig x reader #konig x reader smut #konig

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cupcakeinat0r · 1 month

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*Me on my phone in bed w my husband*

DadBod!Miguel, baby, 900 ppl say they “love u”.

#thnx for 900!!!#lowkey didn’t think I’d make it this far #y’all rlly like DB!Mig huh???#dadbod!miguel #miguel o’hara fan fiction #miguel o’hara smut #Miguel x you #miguel o’hara x you #miguel x reader #miguel o’hara x reader

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actuallysaiyan · 2 years

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Kinktober Day 22: Alien Abduction(Obsession)

warnings/kinks: alien abduction, Saiyan AU, bondage, mentions of violence and death, unprotected sex, slight mentions of being in heat, creampies pairings: Broly x Fem!Reader word count: 0.8k tag list: @beneathstarryskies, @ricflairdrip20, @witchofcustom, @loki-love, @xailem, @the-eternal-sunflower

Everything happened so fast when the Saiyans first came to earth. Anyone who opposed them were killed, and everyone else was enslaved. Most of the women had been spared and the ones who were fertile were given a pretty good life. You were one of those women, and you lived in a facility that housed all the fertile women. There you had a routine every day and it never really changed. You had to eat three meals a day, take fertility drugs and then at night you might be selected to be bred.

Most nights, you escaped that last treatment. Most of the other women were selected, but the Saiyans felt you were much too soft for their tastes. Eventually, they began to swap stories about you. The ones who had been lucky enough to fuck you said you were perfect. But the prince found you much too sweet and soft for his tastes. But he had just the Saiyan in mind for you.

Broly was someone who couldn’t control his anger and power properly, but Vegeta knew that you would be the perfect little thing for Broly to play with. When you met Broly, you were scared. He was so big and you swore he would split you in half if he were to fuck you. It was pretty innocent at first, and he got to know you more and more.

But one night, he couldn’t content himself with jerking off to thoughts of you. He had to have you. And now he was feeling even more needier than ever. It was the full moon and though he didn’t have his tail anymore, he was feeling so ready to breed.

So the prince decides to give you to Broly. Broly was more than pleased to hear this. After waiting so long for you, he would finally be able to have you all to himself. You wake up after a long, deep sleep and you’re strapped to a table. It’s not uncomfortable but you’re a little worried. Broly is the only one in the room with you, and you feel a little more at ease. But with the way his eyes are shining in that moonlight coming in from the window, it does worry you a little bit.

“Finally,” he breathes in deeply as he walks closer to your small frame on the table. “All mine.”

“B-Broly, wait…”

But he isn't having any of this. He wants you now and he’s going to take what he needs. He rips the clothing off of you, making you shiver at suddenly being exposed to him. Broly watches as your nipples harden and how you keep rubbing your thighs together to try and relieve the sexual tension.

“I can smell you already,” Broly says to you. His voice is so deep.

You’re blushing now, “Don’t say that. It’s naughty.”

He doesn’t really care about that. Usually he would want to take his time and taste you, but tonight he is feeling extra horny. The moon is at its peak and it’s making him feel the need to breed even more so. He has your feet bound in these large stirrups, and it keeps your thighs parted just for him. He pulls his pants down and your mouth waters as you watch his incredible girth slaps against his abdomen.

But it’s when you cry out as he pushes his cock into your little hole, that’s what drives him even more into his lust for you. It doesn’t take long for Broly to begin pounding away at your little pussy, making you cry out and beg him to slow down. But the lust for you has become the only thing that consumes his every thought, and he couldn’t slow down even if he wanted to. It’s all too much for him and he can’t stop.

“So good,” he grunts as he ruts into you like an animal in heat. “Feels so good.”

He’s panting and grunting, the pleasure taking hold of him like nothing before. It’s like something deep inside of him is telling him to fill you with his cum over and over, and Broly has every intention of doing just that. He doesn’t even think you’ll be able to walk when he is done with you.

“Broly,” you whine as he fucks you hard, “slow down!”

He growls, “I can’t! I can’t!”

His heavy balls slap against your ass with every thrust. He’s close now, and he knows he’ll be able to slow down once he cums. Broly just needs to fill you with his seed first. It’ll make this gnawing need deep inside of him calm down and he’ll be able to think a little more clearly this way. The closer he gets, the more his growls become louder and more desperate.

“Gonna cum!” He roars loudly, and his hips snap faster and harder.

You try to brace yourself, but the pleasure seems to be taking hold of you too. A few more thrusts, and your eyes roll back as you fall off the edge. The pulsing and clenching of your walls causes Broly’s hips to stutter, and he’s spilling his hot seed deep inside of you. Eventually, he rests his head against your chest as he catches his breath.

“More,” Broly mumbles as he sucks on one of your nipples. “I need more.”

#bacon.writes #kinktober 2022 #kinktober day 22 #broly #broly x you #broly x y/n #broly x reader #broly x fem!reader #broly smut #dragon ball #dragon ball z #dragon ball super #dbs broly #saiyans #saiyan au #saiyan breeding #dragon ball x reader #dragon ball x you

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witchofcustom · 2 years

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Hiii can I request a soft Vegeta x reader fic? Or headcanons is fine too. What would he be like with a sensitive lover who gets overstimulated(not necessarily sexually) easily?

Btw I love you and you are utterly amazing! Please keep writing because I love your content and there needs to be more Dragon Ball content

Thank you so much! I love you too!

Vegeta with a Sensitive S/O (SFW and NSFW) HCs

CW: Overstimulation, dirty talk

SFW:

-Vegeta isn’t always the nicest lover, but he is able to pick up on subtle changes and emotions in his partner.

-So, when going out on a date, he’ll quickly realize when you’re overstimulated by the crowd and sounds.

“What’s wrong? Are you unable to handle such things?”

-You nod, holding onto his hand a bit tighter.

“I see, I don’t particularly like them either.”

-He’ll fly you away to a place where you can calm down and have less things to stimulate you.

-Sometimes he may tease you because of your sensitivity, but it’s all in good fun. If you are bothered by it then he’ll stop.

-He’ll also be very protective. If anyone tries to hurt you or take advantage of your sensitivity he’ll fight them. Sometimes you might have to hold him back because he doesn’t want anyone to hurt your honor.

NSFW:

-Your sensitivity is one of Vegeta’s favorite things in the bedroom as well.

-He absolutely loves to overstimulate you. While normally he likes to avoid you getting overstimulated, when in the bedroom he can’t help but tease you.

-Sometimes he’ll go overboard when dirty talking, but he can’t help it when your reactions are so cute.

“Heh… Such a needy woman… I haven’t even given you my cock yet and you’re already this wet.”

-LOVES to edge you almost as much as he loves to breed you.

-Despite this, Vegeta will still be aware of your own needs. You two will have a safe word in case of you ever get too overstimulated. He’ll immediately stop and take care of you.

-Overall 10/10 lover. Best boy in every possible way. He’ll love and respect you and your boundaries and take care of you.

#vegeta #Vegeta smut #vegeta x reader #dragon ball z x reader #dbz x reader #db x reader #dragon ball x reader #Vegeta X y/n #Vegeta X you #db smut

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sombrasaiyan · 2 years

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Queen of Disaster | turlifla

smut, rape/non-consensual, vaginal fingering, vaginal sex, oral sex f-receiving, tail sex, spanking, BDSM, sex slave, degradation, dubious consent, dacryphilia, size difference, kidnapping, somnophilia mentioned, deflowering,

summary: Turles is the saiyan behind the slaughter, becoming a well known terrifying conqueror across the galaxies. Unfortunately for stubborn and reckless Caulifla she stumbles into his territory, catching his attention as he has a new quest in mind. And whatever Turles wants, Turles gets.

pairing: turles x caulifla

Red juices bleed out from within the plump bumpy fruit as the nectar trails down his lips. It was absolutely succulent with its sweetness and juice that it provides. Every bite was savored as much as the last, unless he was in a fight then he could only savor so much. After exhaling in delight, he casts his eyes downward to the pitiful planet that had an infectious tree growing mighty on the surface of it. It didn't matter anyway since most of the inhabitants were already dead. This wicked saiyan was already proving his power to the galaxies and he intended on letting everyone know who he was.

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She heard the news that spread like wildfire. A wickedly evil saiyan was going around planting gigantic trees on planets and harvesting the fruit that came along with it. She was warned by her best friend Cabba and his boyfriend Frost that this saiyan was unlike any other saiyan they have ever met. Of course, she knew they hadn't come close to the man yet.

She hadn't either, but deep down and secretly, she wanted to meet the saiyan behind the slaughter. She was always up for a good fight, and she really wanted to taste that power for herself. Caulifla was stupid yes, but she wasn't that stupid to purposely seek out such a grand threat.

It was already dinner time as Kale had called her over with a simple holler. Caulifla of course could smell the food, as she got up from where she sat and made her way to the dining area, Frost and Cabba were already seated as Kale was serving them plates. Kale had sensed Caulifla strut into the dining area as she looks up at her with a soft smile on her lips.

"How'd you sleep?" She asks, assuming Caulifla had taken her daily dose of a nap.

"Hah! Funny joke, Kale! I didn't take a nap today."

This causes Cabba to gasp from where he sat as he points his fork in her direction. "Whaaaat, Caulifla not taking her naps? It's the end of the world!" He cries out.

"I don't need to take a nap." She snaps, before taking her seat, staring at the food Kale had made today. "Damn, that smells good Kale!"

Kale smiles beamingly at Caulifla. "You really think so?"

"Duh, why else would I say it?" Caulifla says with a smile as she proceeds to dig in.

Kale then takes her seat at her spot of the table as everyone enjoys the dinner Kale has made.

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Caulifla is one of Frieza's favorite saiyans—though not enough to become a permanent play thing. The icejin would be lying if he didn't have the idea of toying with her and using her for his amusement once upon a time. A certain pampered prince simply wouldn't allow the emperor to add another saiyan to his collection, because if he wasn't allowed to fuck anyone else on the down low, then Frieza wasn't allowed to either. Of course no one knew that prince Vegeta had this sort of power over Frieza aside from Caulifla when he used to attempt to reel her in.

He pours himself a glass of red wine as he sits upon his throne, staring ahead at his massive rectangular crystal that would portray any saiyan of his that he wished to see. So far, he had checked up on those that went out on missions, the only one who hadn't ventured out of the safety and comfort of the village provided by Frieza was Caulifla.

He wasn't upset or anything, he knew she didn't have a mission in store for today. For the most part when he monitored this small saiyan on her days off she chose to spend it on training, sparring with fellow saiyans, or take leisurely relaxation time at the hot springs. He was surprised that Caulifla didn't have an active sex life at this point, judging by the way she loved to carry herself on a high pedestal and how gorgeous she was—though he wasn't about to admit that last part out loud. Especially not when he had a mate who would throw a tantrum over his emperor complimenting another saiyan that wasn't him.

Then again, Frieza wondered why she hadn't made any attempts to getting herself a mate or a casual fuck buddy? Then again, most saiyan boys her age were skinny and scrawny like Tarble and Cabba. She didn't seem interested in those in her age range. Once upon a time, would she flirt with Kakarot before the barbaric saiyan was taken by a hybrid saiyan. Frieza noted that she loved the older saiyan men, though she hadn't struck up anything with any of them.

Frieza takes another swig of his wine as he exhales graciously. "I guess Caulifla will just remain a mystery, that little monkey."

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She knew she had the day off and that she could basically do whatever the hell she wanted to. She hated her days off. She felt as though she never got anything done and felt the least productive on these kinds of days. This small stubborn saiyan failed to see that that was what days off were—days of relaxing and being unproductive, because she wasn't expected to do anything by the emperor up above in his spaceship. Perhaps he knew that as well and maybe that's why he gave her an extra day off above all other saiyans.

Secretly she hated it, but then again, she was free to do whatever the hell she wanted to as long as it didn't involve rebelling against Frieza. Who would rebel against him when he protected his saiyans and fed them, clothed them, and loved them? It never crossed Caulifla's mind or any other saiyan for that matter.

Today, she got up out of bed and made herself breakfast, a meat lover's skillet with crispy potatoes and loaded with cheese. She chose to wash it down with milk before going into her room and changing out of her nightgown into blue saiyan armor with black battle tights and red wristbands like her master, Bardock. It's been a while since she's seen him, so she figured she'd see him soon—on a day when Kakarot wouldn't be around.

Placing a vibrant emerald scouter on, she hums as she makes her way to the backyard where her space pod eager awaited her. A circular ruby gem glows in the middle as she stares at her own reflection with a smirk.

Caulifla knew what she was going to do today.

Ever since Caulifla was a runt, she always loved space; the endless possibilities that came with it, the multiple planets that she could explore, and the stars she could harvest for her collection. Of course, her mother forbade her from going and it wasn't until she lost her family to a horrible war in another planet did she finally have that right. Caulifla tried her hardest not to think about her family, so she built her walls up high and hid her sadness and sorrow well.

She checks the coordinates of any particular planet that dared to draw her attention. She wasn't going to go to the planet just to kill some poor civilians who didn't have a clue as to why barbaric saiyans showed an interest in them, she wasn't that kind of saiyan surprisingly.

Out of the corner of her eye, she notices a golden sphere glowing rapidly, catching her attention almost immediately. She had to take off her scouter for a couple of seconds to make sure she wasn't going crazy.

"Guess I'm going to that planet." She says to herself, tapping away at the screen in order to make her pod get a sense of direction.

When she landed, the first thing she noted was how quiet it was. When she clicked at her scouter, she found some power levels, most of them hiding in their houses. It was odd when she really thought about it, but then her blood ran cold with realization. What if she wasn't the first saiyan to step foot on this land?!

It couldn't be any of Frieza's saiyans, none of them were scheduled to come to this planet anyway. Her heart almost stopped at the second and most likely theory she had.

Turles was here.

Swallowing away both her drowning fear and absolute excitement, she cautiously walks along the planet, her scouter now silent. She didn't want to jump to conclusions or overreact to something that was all just in her head, so for now she continued on exploring.

It didn't take long for her to reach a cliff, as she sat on the edge of it to take a break from all the walking. She could've simply flied, but thanks to her newfound fear of a possible killing machine she chose not to. Now that she was left alone to her thoughts, she realized she hadn't bathed since yesterday and her insecurities started to bubble. She quickly stood up and decided it was safe to go look for a body of water to get a quick bath in.

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The terrifying conqueror wasn't on this planet very long and he was already bringing forth a new wave of destruction and death. He had just finished strangling a poor civilian to death who refused to give him intel on what this planet had to offer before he chose to plant his tree. The warm pink blood had spilled onto his fingers as he tries to wave it off, but knew it would dry up.

"Ahhh, what a good way to start the day." He says casually as he rose up on his feet. "I'm sure that the pathetic excuse of this species went into hiding after they've sensed me." He smirks with such pride to himself . . . But that didn't mean he wanted their disgusting blood staining his armor. He'd rather smell like the fruit he grows than the disgusting blood of these worthless space dust. "Now then, time to find some water to wash this off."

Turles rapidly soars through the skies, staring down at the land below him. It wasn't long until he found himself a body of water as he grins, lowering himself down almost immediately. His eyes widen as he couldn't believe what his eyes were looking at, causing him to pause in his actions.

An absolutely stunning saiyan girl standing a few feet away from the river, breasts exposed as Turles squint, trying to make out the perfect picture. She has her fingers digging into the waistband of her black battle tights as he watches her bend down, peeling them off her legs as she kicks her saiyan boots. He watches the bewitching saiyaness make her way to the stone and set her saiyan armor down neatly. Turles recognizes that armor from anywhere as he smirks, watching her turn around as her nice ass jiggles along with every step before she takes few cautious steps into the water. The gentle cerulean waves bless her body as she is halfway into the water.

"Come on . . . Turn around . . ." He hisses under his breath as he could now only see her bare back and spiky waves of hair, a couple reaching below her neck. He was getting turned on by a random saiyan, and he was going to woo her into his arms.

Caulifla was already rubbing at her skin, attempting to do away with any dirt that coated her from possibly yesterday. Surprisingly this water was warm and comforting as she exhales in relaxation.

"My my, what do we have here?" A charismatic yet dangerous voice says behind her, causing her to flinch as she immediately drops the rest of her body down into the water to hide her body from this perverted sicko. Caulifla quickly spins herself around as she wraps her arms around her chest underneath the water.

Her eyes were lit with the anger and annoyance that now flooded her body as the wicked obsidian orbs proved this. Before she could start ranting at this fucker about respecting privacy and chivalry, an icy dread chills throughout her body as she recognizes who this man was with absolute horror. She was quick to hide her fear as she pouts menacingly at the man. "Don't you know it's impolite to look at a woman while she's bathing?!"

The tall muscular built lets out a subtle chuckle as he clicks at his scouter, allowing it to read the girl's power level as it chimes multiple times in response. "Very interesting, and you don't look like a grown saiyan woman, you look more like a kid." He snidely remarks as Caulifla moves towards the rock that had her clothing, the man's eyes still following her. "Do you know who I am, small saiyan?" He watches as she hurriedly puts her clothes back on, making her cringe over how uncomfortable it was for the fabric to absorb the water off her skin.

"Of course I know who you fucking are, you're Turles." She says as he quickly darts his way down and saunters towards her like a predator who caught his fresh prey.

"Ohhh, so you do know me, runt. Then you must know what my favorite way to pass time is." He says, eyeing her up and down as he nods to his own thoughts. This girl was in some way associated to Bardock, there's no doubt about it with the way this armor was styled.

Caulifla looks up at the man, her dark eyes tugging his own into an involuntary staring contest. This whole encounter was a dream come true and a horrific nightmare. She always wanted to fight him head on, but she knew he was extremely powerful and knowing his nature, he wasn't sparing anybody. Not even her.

"Yeah I do, but unlike those people that you just purge without warning," Caulifla gets in a battle stance. "I can put up a fight! You're looking at the supreme saiyan!"

Turles cocks an eyebrow at her and laughs at how hilarious this little runt was, thinking she could take him on. He was Turles for Kami's sake! One of the biggest names across the galaxy, and unlike the vast majority of the saiyans, he wasn't owned by Frieza. "Really? You think you can win against one who dines on the fruit of might?" He demands as Caulifla kept her confidence up, even though the little girl in her was screaming in terror. Caulifla nods once, causing the dark saiyan to chuckle dangerously low. "You've got guts, runt I'll admit that . . . Let's see if your little pride can carry you."

Before Caulifla could respond, Turles had teleported in front of her and slammed a fist up her stomach, causing to gasp in surprise before it turned into a couple of coughs. He kept his wicked grin plastered on his lips as he watches her keel over, swiftly kicking at her side, sending her flying to the cliff as it breaks upon the impact of Caulifla's body.

With folded arms, Turles gazes toward the sight of Caulifla's body mounded to the cracks of the surface as he hovers over towards her. "Awww, and here I thought this fight was going to be one of the best battles I've ever experienced!" He pouts in a way to mimic her youth. "And I was so excited . . ."

Caulifla squeezes her eyes shut, trying so hard to ignore the heat that splotched her face and the pain that was greeting the back of her body. With all her power she pulls herself out from being glued to this rocky surface as she takes a couple seconds to brush the debris off of where she felt it on her body.

"What're you talking about, bastard? This is just a warm up!" She smirks once her embarrassment fades away as it was now her turn to teleport to the man and throw a ray of punches in his direction, the terrifying conqueror able to dodge them all brilliantly.

Caulifla could feel the panic swell up in her feet and stomach as she throws a kick at his cheek, this time it slams right into his face as Caulifla kept her eyes matched on his, glaring up right at him with those pretty pair of eyes.

He stares down right back at her, his open jaw of shock that someone actually managed to land a blow on him quickly twitches into a smirk. "I'm impressed, Bardock taught you well." He then quickly wraps his fingers around her foot and tightens his grip.

It was now Caulifla's turn for her eyes widen and for her jaw to drop. "B-Bardock?!" And before she could ask him how he knew her master, he grabs her other leg while she's distracted and begins spinning her around and then sending her flying. Caulifla braces herself for another impact and before she could think of a way to stop this, Turles was now hovering above her, staring down at her with an evil glint in his eyes. He slams her down to the ground and straddles on top of her as a loud crash was heard.

"Now what are you going to do now that you're pinned down to the ground?" He challenges her.

"I don't know, what should I do?" She stares back at him with a grin, now knowing it was time to unleash her golden form. Not even three seconds after her words, a fierce flash of yellow engulfs her, causing Turles to squeeze his eyes shut for a few seconds before opening them again. His scouter begins to go off like crazy, picking up how her super saiyan form made her power level skyrocket.

"S-Super saiyan?!" Turles gasps, getting a good look at this form as he replaces his surprise with a frown. "Alright then, let's taste that real power of yours now!" He jumps off of her as he stands a few feet, waiting for the saiyan to lunge at him with everything she's got with this form.

"Glad we're on the same page!" Caulifla charged at the sadistic saiyan like a mad bull as most of her punches and kicks were able to land. Turles blocks as much as he could and once he realized she was going to go on a frenzy he backs up and starts throwing massive circular waves toward her direction, Caulifla teleporting through them quickly.

She moves with such agileness as she spins like a ballerina before throwing a giant blue sphere at him.

Turles recognizes this move as he slaps it out of his way and ignites a punching and kicking session, amazed with a fight against the super saiyan. She catches up as much as possible as slams a knee up her stomach, causing her to scream which triggered something deliciously devious within Turles.

Quick now, he raises two fists clenched together and slams them down into her back, the small saiyan clashing with the ground below, cracks starting to form as Turles laughs speeding his way down, ready to throw a Kill Driver at her the closer he got to her body. Caulifla quickly raises her hands up and prepares her ki for a binding light.

"Solar Flare!"

And with that, Caulifla quickly fled while she had a chance, her fear over Turles shrouding over her confidence.

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After that grievous encounter, Caulifla never stepped out into planets that weren't explored. She didn't even try to stick around after to see if Turles would plant one of his trees either. No matter how much courage she had and anticipated meeting him, she still had this growing fear inside of her that prevented her from doing much. Even in super saiyan.

Aside from that, she managed to go to neighboring planets to warn them of Turles and his never ending rampage as most of them either prepared themselves or created protection on their planet. It was the least Caulifla could do after she fled that one poor planet that most likely met its demise.

"Frieza's hosting a ball this weekend." A gentle voice pulls her out of her thoughts as Caulifla blinks, sitting up straight on the couch. She turns to look at Kale who looks at her with a smile.

"Lemme guess, you wanna go?" Caulifla smirks in her direction.

Kale nods, "Well, he's inviting some of his closest friends and he wants his saiyans to be able to relax and eat great food." She explains.

Caulifla thought about it, and she realizes this meant she had to wear a dress as she inhales sharply. But free food? How could she possibly turn that down?

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Finally, the day of the ball came as Caulifla wears a scarlet gown that had ruffles going down the dress. Diamonds were embedded on the chest area down to the stomach as gold patterns followed along. She couldn't believe she was going to this stupid thing but free food is free food.

Kale comes out wearing a beautiful bubblegum pink dress accompanied with long pink gloves as she smiles warmly at Caulifla. "You look beautiful."

Caulifla grins and nearly blushes at the compliment. "Thanks, so do you." She says as she then turns to see Cabba and Frost approach them, wearing suits that matched well with saiyan armor as well. "Oh Kami, are you guys seriously wearing saiyan armor over your suits?" She stares at the both of them as they stare back with sheepish smiles.

"H-Hey, you don't know what might happen at the ball, anything is possible." Cabba says scratching the back of his head.

Frost nods in his direction. "I agree! Besides, if I remember correctly, a certain saiyan wore saiyan armor over her dress." Frost looks at Caulifla with a smirk.

Caulifla pauses, then debating if she should go put on some gold armor over her dress. Rather be safe than sorry, and she was already bolting towards her room.

Kale sighs, shaking her head as a palm presses on her face. " . . . Of course."

Caulifla stumbles out of her room with the armor thrown over her scarlet dress as she smiles beamingly towards her friends.

"Well? What are we waiting for? Let's go!"

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The ballroom in Frieza's spaceship was lit up with a bright golden aura that shined upon every guest of this night. The aromatic smells of desserts, the dinner spread, and even the alcohol filled the air as Caulifla's stomach rumbles. Her mouth watered as she watches the guests delicately pile their plates before sitting at their designated tables.

Cabba and Frost were busy dancing with each other as Kale shares a glass of wine with an older saiyan man. Caulifla smirks at the sight as more couples started to swarm onto the floor and dance with each other. Awkwardly, she stands in a corner, watching as now the saiyan man guided Kale to dance with him on the floor.

Before any lugs got any ideas for asking her to dance, Caulifla quickly made her way above the space ship as she was able to float in peace, staring at some stars. She was careful to not avert her gaze towards a random moon because she didn't want to transform thanks to its existence. The more she stares at the many stars, the more she itches to float towards their direction and harvest them.

She's about to do just that when footsteps behind her break her focus from the stars.

"Well, well. Seems like we meet again." Says the all too familiar calm voice with a hint of danger. She could practically feel his eyes searing on her and she swallows any sort of negative emotion before turning around to face him.

She knew it'd be Turles.

Her eyes were wide as the obsidian orbs within them trembled, her jaw nearly hanging loose but she wouldn't allow it.

"I've gotta admit runt, you look absolutely stunning even with that heap of armor on you." He comments as Caulifla thought this was an occasion she'd see Turles in a suit, but he just wore long black sleeves and black battle tights underneath his deep lavender armor.

Caulifla chose not to say anything in response since she still feared this man, but then another thing hit her head hard. She helped the neighboring planets prepare for invasion and almost immediately, Caulifla rapidly took flight.

In a flash, Turles was in front of her as he slams her against the surface of Frieza's spaceship. "Where do you think you're going?!" Now his voice no longer held the light calmness it did before as he forces his hand over her mouth to prevent her from screaming out for help. " . . . You think you're so sly with stopping my conquest, huh? Well, you've got another thing coming, you little brat. You should've never crossed me like you did because now, I'm going to break you." He then hits the back of her head hard enough to knock her out, as she gasps, the tears slipping out before she collapses. She falls into his arms as Turles hoists her up and holds her as he grins in the direction of his ship. He quickly shoots a glance back at Frieza's spaceship.

"Party's over."

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When Caulifla awoke, she couldn't familiarize herself with the bedsheets and pillows—or even the bed in general. She groans out in pain thanks to the back of her head throbbing. " . . . W-What happened?!" She slowly rises herself up as she feels the covers fall to her waist. She massages the back of her head as a cold chill runs down her body over a husky laugh to her left.

"Look who finally decided to wake up."

Without thinking, she turns to that direction as she winces. The moonlight bathes Turles as he smirks at her, sitting on a throne of some sort before he rises up to his feet. Before she could make a run for it off the bed, Turles pounces at her and pins her wrists down his bed, throwing them above her head as he glares down at her.

"Even if you did somehow manage to flee from this hell I've brought you into, you wouldn't even know where we're located, runt." Turles says this as he pulls his hands away from her, forcefully cupping her face with and gripping her tail with the other. He tugs at it, causing her to yelp as he grins. "Though it would be very entertaining to watch you flee with a dress on."

"Why the hell did you kidnap me?!" She growls as she feels her ki build up inside of her as it rages into super saiyan. Her transformation lights up the room as Turles chuckles, running fingers up her golden waves of hair, yanking at one of her bangs that curved down.

"Seriously? You can't be that stupid, kid. It's revenge, and I'm not going to stop until I've had a good dose of you." He breathes down her neck as he whispers. "So keep yourself in that pretty little golden form of yours because the more ki you have, the longer this goes."

Caulifla winces as she's about to disperse of her transformation, Turles, ripping down the fabric of her dress in response. "I wouldn't do that if I were you. You might need that transformation to help carry you through this." He says this as he begins to attack her neck with fierce kisses.

Caulifla yelps in response, trying her best to fight the saiyan whose weight was on her, making it incredibly hard for her to move a single limb or push him off. "S-Stop! I did nothing to you!" She cries out as Turles howls out in laughter. As if her words could be any more wrong.

"You're joking, right? Because you've done plenty to make me hate you." Turles replies with a smirk as he continues to rip at her dress, causing Caulifla to shiver as her skin was exposed to the cold air. It was then when she realized what wicked act Turles had planned to do to her.

"W-Wait, you're seriously not going to . . ." She gasps.

Turles nods, "I'm going to break you runt." He says in a dangerous growl as he proceeds to keep ripping her dress off, leaving her in undergarments. Caulifla too was bathed in moonlight as he stares at her small body, breasts that were possibly a C-cup hidden underneath a lacy red bra. When Turles got a better look at her did he realize that her bra and panties were matching.

Caulifla felt the embarrassment flood her cheeks as Turles couldn't take his eyes off of her. This evil saiyan had a knack for seeing her naked, and she hated perverts. Her tail moves on its own as it thwacks Turles right in the face, a hard crack is heard in the room as Turles growls, clearly not in the mood as he grabs her tail. "You are just a childish runt, you little brat!" He squeezes her tail tightly as he then puts it in his mouth and takes a fierce bite.

Caulifla screams, feeling the electrifying jolts of pain wave up inside her body as she shivers and for the moment is paralyzed. Turles took this opportunity to take off her bra by unclasping it from the back and then yanking off those pair of panties. "You fucking pervert!" She manages to say, then trying to clamber off the bed while she had the chance but it was pointless.

Turles watches that sexy backside of hers for a good moment with a wicked grin before wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her back in his bed. "The more you struggle against me, the longer you're going to be here." He says while going back to his routine, starting off with licking at her neck with his tongue, causing Caulifla to shiver.

At certain spots, Turles begins to suck on her skin, Caulifla kicking at his abdomen in attempts to get him off of her. Turles in response bites as a warning to stop. "I-I don't want this! I don't like this!" She says with such desperation, trying to think up a way to get him to stop. Then, an idea quickly came as she adds, "I have a boyfriend!"

This causes Turles to stop as he removes himself from being planted on her and gives her a look. "Oh really? Where was he when you were on that planet?" He inquires before moving on to his next question. "And where was he at the ball tonight? You know all of Frieza's saiyans were there, so who was the lucky twig?"

Shit. Caulifla couldn't say it was Cabba because Turles most likely saw him with Frost. She couldn't say Tarble either because right now he was doing some training with the Angel he loved. There was only one option left but it was risky.

"Bardock."

Turles' eyes widened into saucers as his jaw hangs loose at the mention of that name. "B-Bardock?! Seriously . . ." And before his shock could be permanent, he smirks as he moves along with groping both her breasts and massaging them. "Then he shouldn't mind that I'm playing with his girl for a night." He says this as he grins, beginning to remove his armor as he was left with nothing but the battle garment on. "So then, it should be easy for you to take me, huh?" Turles drags a finger down to her clit and begins to rub at it, causing Caulifla to whine at his touch. With his other hand, he inserts a digit inside of her, feeling her wet heat.

Caulifla winces at the pain as she starts to squirm against his touch. "O-Ouch! That hurts!" She complains as Turles looks at her while he's continuing to finger her.

"It hurts? What with Bardock fucking your tight little hole it shouldn't hurt. Unless . . ." The dark saiyan leans his face towards her ear as Caulifla shivers at the sensation of his hot breath. "You're a virgin." He takes a look at her as he smirks at the sight of her cheeks being radish red, further proving his thought that she was lying. Besides, if Bardock had such a cute little saiyan like her, he wouldn't just leave her a virgin this long.

"I-I'm not!" Caulifla snaps.

"We'll see about that." Turles chuckles as he thrusts his finger in and out of her, rubbing at her clit to intensify the pleasure over pain for her. Caulifla hate to admit it, but when his finger rubs back and forth like that at her clit, it felt weirdly good.

"A-Aaah!" She gasps as her hips begin to sway up and down at his touch for more contact. Turles smirks in amusement as he rubs at her clit faster in response of those cute little moans starting to come out of her lovely lips.

"Bardock is one lucky man." Turles inwardly thinks, fingering her faster as her slick juices are a sign that she's really enjoying this—aside from the fact that she was a moaning mess down his bed. "Come on now, surely you be able to cum at this point having your clit played with like this?" He taunts at he rubs faster, accompanied with his finger going in and out of her as well.

"A-Ahhh~ fu-fuck!" Caulifla's moans bounce off the walls of Turles' room as she grips the bed sheets, her limbs becoming jelly to his touch. Her heart was running a marathon as she could feel her body heat grow uncomfortably high. The cherry on top was the bundle of pleasures crashing down deeply into her clit that it began to spread above her stomach and down her legs a bit.

Turles fingers her faster, feeling her juices gush almost as quickly as her moans became louder. "That's it, you little runt! Let me hear your moans! Embrace your climax!" Turles' finger was coated with her cum as he takes a good look at it. His eyes then dart down toward hers and notices she's watching him with her hot face of embarrassment. He grins at her deviously as he puts his finger in his mouth, savoring what she had to offer.

"Fucking nasty, you bastard!" Caulifla turns another fifty shades red as Turles chuckles, licking the tip of his finger for dramatic effect.

"I must say, you are tasty small saiyan." He then lowers his face down towards her core and grabs both her legs and lifts them up, spreading them. "In fact, I think I'm going to indulge in you a little while longer~." He says this as he licks at her clit, up and down as Caulifla gasps, staring down at his wicked waves of hair on her stomach while the rest of him was down there.

"Haahh . . . Ahh . . . Ahh!" Caulifla moans as she never knew how good it would feel for someone to lick her like that. Her legs tremble as Turles held tightly onto them, moving himself down towards her entrance.

"I bet you're gushing here." He says, before thrusting his tongue inside of her warmth, feeling every ounce of her juices here all just for him. A sense of pride swells up inside of him just hearing her moan loudly. He thrusts his tongue faster, not letting a single drop go to waste as he slowly drops her legs down. His hands numbly venture forward the bed to grab her hands and squeeze them in firm handholds.

Caulifla's chest rises with her heavy breathing as she cries out loudly, cumming without warning into Turles' mouth but it wasn't like he was going to pull away.

"Splendid! Are you sure you have a boyfriend?" Turles asks, savoring everything on his lips as well. He grins down at the naked saiyan as he digs his thumbs into his battle garment before pulling it down, his hard erection was finally free from being suffocated in there. "Because Bardock shouldn't have kept you a secret for so long." Turles winks as he throws his battle garments behind him. "The night is still young, let's keep going!"

Caulifla trembles as she sits up, backing away up into the wall as she shook her head at him. "N-No! Please! I don't want to keep going . . . Please . . ."

Turles wickedly grins down at her with those beady black eyes. "No matter how much you may beg, plead, or argue with me runt, I'm not stopping until I'm fully satisfied! Hell I don't even care if you fall asleep on me, but that wouldn't be fun at all for either of us would it?" Turles says with an added chuckle. He stares at her body once more and then he asks, "Wait, kid how old are you?" Turles then shook his head and lets out a roar of laughter. Like he should care how old she was, he was the evilest saiyan in the world. "Ahhh! Never mind, I don't care how old you are. Let's just get to the fun part!"

Caulifla couldn't believe he was really going to go through with this! He was going to break her with that thing and just one long hard look at his penis made her even more terrified that it wasn't going to fit inside of her. Again, Caulifla attempts to jump out the bed and scramble herself out of the hell that awaited her. And again, Turles overpowered her and yanked her back to the bed and growled darkly in annoyance.

"Escape is not an option!"

Turles laid Caulifla across his knees as he stares at her candy ass, tempted to finger here as well. "Maybe I should fuck you here instead," he drags a finger down one of her cheeks. "That'll teach ya!" He then grabs a handful of it before spanking it, causing Caulifla to cry out, her face reddening up as she felt utterly humiliated in this situation. He was very amused with her reaction, as he raises his hand again, striking her once more. Turles spanks her ass as many times as he pleased, to the point where she was crying.

"Huh, even with super saiyan helping you endure this you still fall apart like the little girl you are." He scoops her up from resting on his knees as he throws her down the bed, rummaging through his drawer as he swiftly pulls out a pair of ki devouring cuffs. He tightens them on Caulifla's wrists as quick as he could as a magnetic force tugs Caulifla's arms against the headboard of Turles' bed. She lies there in defeat as Turles moves between her legs, giving himself a good few strokes and then grinding his shaft on her core, slick with her juices as he growls in delight.

"Ready or not!" He declares with low groans of pleasure as his tip prods at her entrance, followed along with more of his length. Caulifla shivers at his penis actually trying to push inside of her! He was struggling to put it in as he submerges more into her until he was able to slide himself in completely. The more he thrusted his member inside the more Caulifla felt the absolute searing and tearing pain grow stronger and stronger! She couldn't take it anymore, she was practically being torn in half! A loud shrilling scream escapes her lips as her eyes widen, the shock taking over her body as the tears wouldn't stop. Her hair flickers back and forth from the jet black to the golden yellow, the super saiyan form daring to fade.

A low gasp of pleasure escapes Turles' mouth as his eyes linger up after noticing a dying light. He chuckles at the sight before easing himself out of her, staring at blood coating his member. "You're such a liar, runt . . . You are a virgin—or were." He continues to laugh after that last bit. "Fuck, you're so tight it almost hurts." He shoots a look at her before plunging himself back inside, engulfed with the heat and wetness of Caulifla. "Shit, feels amazing!" Turles marvels, keeping a moderate thrusting pace, staring at her breasts as he licks his lips. He leans his face down towards one of them and begins to suck, his tongue licking up and down her nipple as Caulifla shivers, never expecting herself to lose her virginity like this—or to Turles.

Here she was, laying on his damn bed as the much bigger, muscular, darker saiyan hovered above her, equally naked as her. Realization hadn't hit quite yet and it probably wouldn't until all of this was over. She squirms at the saiyan sucking on her breast like that and she bit down her bottom lip to stop herself from moaning. The tears still ran down her face as the pain wasn't going away as much as the pleasure had been introduced to her—the pain managed to make itself stronger.

Caulifla finally felt her senses come back to her, and the cloud of blinding corruption finally wore off. Before Turles could expect it, she cried out, "Stop it! Stop! Get the fuck off of me!" And the tears wouldn't stop coming as she squirmed as much as she could, her tail becoming stiff and trying to wack at him.

"Her fight instincts are back huh? The drug must be wearing off now . . . Shame." Turles slams her tail down and digs his fingers into the fur of her tail. "Hey! Calm down right now, you runt or I will fuck your ass just like I'm fucking your virgin little hole!" With these words, Turles thrusts harder, making sure it hurt in warning. His other hand grips at her waist as her crying became louder, a bit obnoxious but Turles didn't mind. He loved when his pretty prey cried.

The super saiyan form had finally faded away as Caulifla wanted this to end as much as when it started. No matter how wet she was, his shaft still felt too big inside of her, and with every thrust, the pain seemed permanent. Closing her mouth shut, she didn't want to hear her own sobs, but they turned into whimpers being bottled up in her mouth. Turles groans as he never had a fuck feel this good, and he wanted to make sure it would be unforgettable. Pausing in his thrusting, he got up on his knees, awkwardly fumbling in his drawer and pulling out something that Caulifla wished he didn't love.

"No! Please no!"

Turles grins down at her, holding up the textural fruit in his hand. "What? Afraid?"

"Not while you're inside!" She cried out.

And as quickly as she begged, he took a bite, and Turles' body only grew bigger than it already was, as she screamed over his member thickening inside of her. Turles lets out a deep sigh of pleasure as he tore off the cuffs and proceeded to slam the smaller saiyan down and fucking her faster than he had before. His bed creaked beneath him over his powerful thrusts as his tail wrapped around her waist, lifting her lower body up as rode out his euphoria. “I’m going to . . .” Turles growls out as he drops his thick load into Caulifla, cursing under his breath at how powerful his climax crashed through him. Caulifla wriggled in disgust, unable to do much with being planted on the bed with the dark saiyan towering over her.

Turles rolls off of her as he takes a deep breath, a part of him wishing this wasn’t a one night stand. He knew that the small sobbing saiyan laying next to him was drenched in fluids, but he was willing to stay up a little longer to hear her suffering.

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noteguk · 1 year

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12. With taehyung angsty smutttttt

12. Secret relationship/Prohibited relationship

— contents and warnings; smut, mentions of infidelity!! (Taehyung is in the process of getting a divorce), age gap relationship (15 years: reader is 25 and Taehyung is 40)

Taehyung wasn’t a child: he knew his actions could have cataclysmic consequences if he wasn’t careful. He knew that having his secretary call off yet another meeting because his main competitor’s daughter was in town was probably one of (if not the) dumbest thing he has done in a while. He knew that if his wife caught him in between the sheets with you, she would tear away every pretty settlement they have managed to agree upon; he knew that she would create some petty drama and try to stain his reputation to the media. And that she would probably succeed.

The world was going through an economic crisis, for fuck’s sake, there was no time to spare when it came to saving his company. Taehyung was tired of laying good, reliable workers off. He was tired of watching stocks decline, tired of receiving complaints, and he was so, so enthralled by you that none of that mattered.

“We should stop,” you spoke his thoughts out loud, messy hair falling over the pillow as you looked up at him. Taehyung felt his stomach contract — you were such an angel. All perfect traces and pretty, sparkling eyes. You had no idea what you were doing to him. “If my dad catches us, I’ll—“

He kissed you before you could finish, swallowing your surprised moan as his cock moved slowly inside your heat. Taehyung wanted for you to just stay still and let him have it — let him have the one moment of peace in his entire week. Away from his nagging wife and his even more nagging investors. Just you and him and simple, manageable problems.

The older man pulled away, shoving his cock deep inside you so he could feel the way your walls fluttered around him. He should’ve married you instead. “If your dad cuts your investment fund—“

You frowned. “It’s not about that.”

“If he cuts your investment fund,” he echoed, “I’ll give you twice of what he promised.”

At that, you giggled, throwing your head back. Taehyung loved watching you laugh, he wished he could see it every single day. “You’re so funny, Mr. Kim,” you said. Oh he hated when you called him that — he knew it wasn’t on purpose, just a fruit of mindless habit. But still, it reminded him that he was just a little under your dad’s age, and that you were 15 years younger than him. It made him feel like a pervert. A very pathetic, nearly divorced, bankrupt pervert. “Wish I could find a guy like you someday.”

Talk about quick deflation. Taehyung didn’t even know if he should cry or laugh at your confession. Yes, you were very naive and very honest — he knew you meant it. And not even in a way to offend him, just to say that this wasn’t it. That this could never work.

“I’m sure you will,” he only answered. “Now, just give me your pretty moans and let me have this.”

#db game 1 #Taehyung smut #Taehyung drabble #Taehyung x reader #bts smut

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baegetas · 6 months

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》 house of horrors.

(KINKTOBER SPECIAL)

goku black x zamasu x afab reader.

summary: a strange individual approaches you during a halloween party, and he's brought a friend with him.

warnings: minors do not interact, explicit content: dub-con: don't read if possibly triggering, coercion, objectification, public sex, alcohol consumption, threesome (mostly just the reader being used,) monster fucking if you squint, oral sex, overstimulation, possessive themes, implied kidnapping

word count: 3.2k

a/n: first time writing something like this? kind of hard to write something tame for these two... lmao. i wanted to do something for kinktober. turned out better than i expected. delivered to you hot off the press, straight from word.

A frat party: deafening music that rattles your eardrums. Lights swirl around in shades of orange, yellow, and red. Solo cups litter the floor, and the air reeks of marijuana. People adorn costumes of anything from a single devil-horned headband to full-blown outfits that had to have cost them an arm and a leg. You? You chose a black, corseted dress and a velvet cape with a hood. Dark makeup was meticulously drawn onto your face. Your friend had dragged you here under the pretense of getting drunk and having a good time, but you lost them upwards of an hour ago. You found yourself outside, sitting in a lawn chair that was about three days from death.

Scrolling on your phone, you heard scuffling in the grass. It was light, like it was your friend approaching. But, no; you looked up to see a tall man in a black gi, adorning a green earring. Black, spiky hair covered his head, and his eyes were dark and predatory. He looked eerily familiar, perhaps like someone you’d seen on television, but you couldn’t place him.

You cleared your throat. “Nice costume. Simple, but it’s scary.”

“Costume? Is that what you mortals call it?”

His voice had the faintest twinge of a British accent. Being a few drinks down you blinked at him, thinking it was all part of the act. “Uh, yeah. Sure.”

“Not one for parties like the rest of them?”

“No. Way too loud. Plus, my friend abandoned me, so that doesn’t help anything.”

The man chuckled under his breath, squatting down to be eye-to-eye with you. “I see. Mortals do have the tendency to abandon allies for their own interest. It’s not surprising.”

You cleared your throat again, trying to orient yourself. Trying to convince yourself that something was off about this man. “Who are you?”

“Me?” He scanned the area before lowering his voice. “I suppose you can call me Black.”

“Black?” You managed to laugh. “I guess it matches the costume.”

“There’s no costume at play here, mortal.” You looked into his eyes, and they showed no hint of amusement. No hint of sarcasm, humor, trickery – there was nothing. “I have a proposition for you.”

You leaned forward. “Okay?”

“My acquaintance and I are here, observing your kind.” Black said that with slight venom. You had the initial instinct to run, but the liquor in your system had you curious. “I think you’d be an especially nice one to investigate. What do you say?”

You checked your phone for a split second, seeing no messages from your friend. They didn’t even know you’d left the heart of the party. “What does... investigating entail?”

“Just a conversation.” He smirked, revealing unusually pointed canines. “Unless you’re interested in more.”

“More?”

With one look at your startled face, he burst out in a guttural laugh. “Fret not, dear. I’m in a rather good mood today. We won’t harm you. Just indulge us.”

You were about to ask before there was a bright flash. Within one blink, another person was standing in front of you. Well, person was a loose way to define him. Green skin, pointed ears, and strange clothing. White hair, and gray eyes that peered right into the deepest parts of your soul. In a way, he was scarier than Black. Much harder to read. He cooed, “this is the one?”

“Oh, yes.” Black eyed his acquaintance. “Pretty, is she not?”

“Perhaps.” The green-skinned being leaned forward. “Not the worst looking mortal. Strange attire. Does it have something to do with the human holiday?”

“Halloween? Yes.” Black stood up. “They dress up like demons and ghouls. I quite like it.”

“Hm.” The other one was still observing you. “Very well. I am Zamasu.”

“Za...ma...su.” You said that slowly. He teleported here, so you finally realized that they weren’t joking around. This wasn’t an act. There was something else going on. “Okay. Hi?”

They glanced at each other, then back at you. You felt like you were being examined – studied, for a purpose beyond you. And the dark of night wasn’t helping. Zamasu purred, “you don’t seem to be having fun here, mortal. How about you come with us?”

Your jaw didn’t move like you wanted it do. You’d always been told to avoid situations like this. To avoid strange people approaching you. But these weren’t people – these were something else. You cleared your throat. “Where are we going?”

“Somewhere private,” Black’s voice was honeyed, “so the other mortals don’t interrupt us. Besides, if they saw us, they would simply have to die. Gods aren’t supposed to be perceived by your kind.”

Zamasu smiled. “Let’s go, shall we?”

He held out his hand. You stared at him for a few seconds, body frozen in time. You were afraid, but at the same time, you were intrigued. Slowly you stood up, hand taking hesitant hold of his strangely cold palm. Then, everything blurred. Suddenly, you found yourself in the woods, with Zamasu and Black standing in front of you. You wobbled, stumbling right into Black’s chest. A laugh echoed through his body. “Heh. Did that startle you?”

You jumped backwards, adjusting your clothes. “Uh... I mean, yeah. What... was that?”

Zamasu stepped closer. “Teleportation, dear. You took that well. I’ve seen other mortals vomit afterward.”

“Yes. I suppose she does seem to have a healthy form.” Black towered over you. “What makes you so different?”

“Uh...?” Your hand was shaking ever so slightly. You backed up and bumped into something. You yelped, turning around to see that Zamasu was behind you.

“Going somewhere?” His hand reached out, tilting your chin upwards. “I wouldn’t do that. It’s rather disrespectful to deny the questions of a God.”

Your lip quivered. His skin was so cold. It sent goosebumps shooting down your back, and you heard Black step up behind you. “If she won’t tell us, then I suppose we’ll have to find out for ourselves.”

Zamasu looked up toward his partner. “A rather brazen idea. Of course you’d be the one to suggest something like that.”

“Don’t tell me it isn’t at least a little enticing to you.”

Zamasu rolled his eyes, turning them back to you. Silver gaze was still looking through you, and you felt scared. Afraid. But at the same time, the adrenaline in your body was running right to your core. He leaned toward you and whispered, “how would you feel about that, little one? Not that it matters to him, but I prefer to at least see how you’d feel.”

Having him so close, his scent filled your brain. He was pressing you against Black, and Black was holding you in place. Hand cupping your jaw, he smirked, humming to himself as your eyes searched his face. “I...”

“Don’t be shy, now,” Black growled from behind you. “There’s no judgment here if you’d like to have a little fun with strangers. It’s in your nature, is it not?”

“And we’d give you a better time than any other mortal could provide for you.” Zamasu’s charming smirk was cracking your façade. You tried to be stuck up and coy, but it wasn’t working. If they were Gods, they could probably read your mind. “Don’t you agree?”

You swallowed roughly, breath hitching in your throat. You stammered, “I... don’t disagree.”

“Ah, there she goes.” Black snickered behind you, leaning over your shoulder. “I knew she’d cave.”

“Because I’m more charming than you, perhaps.” Zamasu leaned closer. “He’s far too barbaric, especially with pretty girls like you.”

Black scoffed. Your heart jolted. “Pretty...?”

“Oh, yes. I’ll give credit where it’s due. Let us see.” He chuckled, brushing hair from your face. He leaned in for a kiss, taking you by surprise, but his body’s cool temperature mixing with your warmth was intoxicating. Something you’d never felt before. It made you shiver, and you couldn’t help but kiss back. You felt teeth sink into your neck, causing you to groan. Zamasu pulled back, eyes flickering to his partner. “Heh. She sounds as nice as she looks. You chose a good one this time.”

Black snorted. “You don’t have to tell me. I could tell by the way you were shoving your tongue down her throat.”

“Tch.” You were silent as Zamasu spat, “you’re the one that’s far too excited to have your way. You have no idea how to court a woman.”

Black bellowed a laugh. “I have no interest. You’re far too soft.”

Black spun you around and kissed you violently, pressing you past Zamasu and into a nearby tree. You clawed at his shirt, It was hard to breathe from the intensity of his actions, and you heard Zamasu scoff behind him. You almost couldn’t reciprocate. Black wasn’t there for taste. Black was there for the thrill of power. Hands grabbing at your skin, teeth biting your lip – by the time he pulled back, you were heaving for breath. Black chuckled and mused, “I could take you right now. But it seems my counterpart gets his turn this time. How disappointing.”

Turn? Your eyes flickered to Zamasu, who was staring at Black coldly with his arms crossed. “Good. At least you remembered our agreement.”

Black glared back at him. “I’d fight you for her if I wasn’t feeling so pleasant.”

“That would be unwise.”

Black barked out a laugh, backing away from you. Black said they were acquaintances, but they bickered far too much. Zamasu approached, pulling you into another kiss. His approach was much smoother, and his hand traveled up your thigh through the slit in your dress. Hesitantly, your arms folded around his neck, causing Black to scoff in disgust. You could feel jealousy radiating off him, and Zamasu seemed to be reveling in it.

As he made out with you, his gold fingers grazed along your underwear, making you suck in an exhale. But the way that he touched you in just the right spots, you didn’t deny him. It made him laugh. His finger slid underneath, sliding along your bare folds. He pulled back to coo, “You seem so hesitant, but your body denies you, hm? You’re more excited than you seem. Perhaps you’re one of those girls that... thinks about things akin to this? Who ponders being taken?”

Your head leaned back against the tree, and his cold fingers played with you. He leaned forward to whisper, “I bet you fantasize about being watched, too. Perhaps you like being under the predatory gaze of my counterpart, hm?”

Zamasu’s fingers pressed into you, causing you to whine. Never before had you felt such a cold sensation. He nipped at your ear, moving his fingers at a steady pace. He purred, “are you going to give me an answer, or will I have to be rough with you? I’ve no issue with brats, but I do enjoy being sweet from time to time.”

“I... do think about things like that,” you breathed out, legs shuddering ever so slightly from the stimulation. You felt Zamasu smile against your neck. “I... just... it seems so...”

“Sinful? I suppose.” His tongue flicked against your neck. Heat was building in your core. “We’re all sinners in some way, no?”

Black was pacing, like Zamasu’s slow approach was getting under his skin. Zamasu chuckled at it, fingers speeding up. You groaned, and Zamasu eyed his counterpart. “Suffering back there?”

“Shut up.”

He hummed before capturing you in another sweet kiss. It didn’t take long for you to squirm under his touch, and he kept you in that kiss while you came all over his fingers. He chuckled as he said, “that’s good.”

His fingers withdrew from you, and he stepped to the side only an inch. As you were reeling, you felt a tongue press against your folds, causing your eyes to snap open. Black was below you, devouring every ounce of slick he could gather. Zamasu was busy nibbling at your neck. You tried to tangle your fingers in Black’s hair, but he growled and smacked your hand away. Zamasu purred, “take no offense. He isn’t too fond of being touched.”

You whined in response, legs shuddering. You heard Black chuckle before he pulled back. “Tastes better than expected.”

“Hm? A compliment from you?” Zamasu smirks. “That’s a rarity. You should thank him.”

Black stood up as you stammered, “Thank... You.”

“Good.” Zamasu turned to his counterpart. “As we agreed, I’ll be taking her. You can either stand and brood or see if she’ll have you from the front. Perhaps she’ll oblige if you’re a little sweeter, no?”

Black mumbled to himself as Zamasu eased you onto your hands and knees. Luckily, the ground below you was moss, and you were far from anyone that could hear. He leaned over you, hands sliding down your sides. “You’re such coy creatures, Feigning modesty, but given the opportunity, you’d throw it all away for divine pleasure.”

Getting down on one knee, he slowly pulled up your dress, gathering it around your hips. Hands cradling your ass, he was quick to slide your panties off, throwing them somewhere in the dark. His fingers prodded your entrance as he observed you, pupils dilated. Black peered over his shoulder and mused, “I’m getting keener on fighting you for this opportunity. Look at that.”

Zamasu hissed, “I have the same disdain of mortals, but objectification is unsightly. It won’t get you anywhere.”

The malice in his voice startled both of you. Black resorted to leaning against a tree, arms crossed and pouting as Zamasu loosened his pants, sliding them down just enough to free his own erection. Fingers still prodding at you, he chuckled. “Oh, I’m going to have fun with you, sweetheart. Do relax. I’ll take care of you. Be grateful.”

“I... am.”

“Good.” His head prodded against you, making you shiver. A hand gripped your hip as he slid himself into you, and the stretch of his inhuman girth made you mewl. You couldn’t run; even with one arm, he was stronger than you. Yet, the way he hit every single inch of your walls – it made your eyes roll back in your head. Eyes flickering back, he had a malicious, hungry look on his face. Such a stark contrast to the charming, cunning look in his eyes just moments prior.

He gave you about fifteen seconds to adjust before he started moving his hips, making your chest collapse downwards. Your hips arched upwards, giving him a better angle to gain momentum. You could hear your own wetness squelching out of you, and Zamasu couldn’t help but laugh. “Oh, this is heavenly. A perfect fit. Such a wonderful body to match a stunning face.”

You gasped out, “thank you,” as your body jerked with his thrusts. At the same time, your hair stood on end. The desire radiating from Black was undeniable. As you came undone on Zamasu’s inhuman cock, he rubbed your ass as he mused, “Perhaps you could pleasure my counterpart, dear? I’m afraid he's getting rather antsy.”

You looked back, eyes half-lidded. “H... How?”

Zamasu smiled, pace never faltering. “Use that lovely mouth of yours, darling.”

You were going to argue, but the thought of denying Zamasu tugged at your heartstrings for one reason or another. You managed to pick yourself back up and mumble, “I... can.”

“That’s a good girl.” Zamasu said that as Black got on one knee in front of you, already pumping his length. His, at least, seemed more human. But you doubted that he was. Black took your jaw in his hand and prodded his head against your lips.

“You’d better take it well.” Black said that as he pressed his length into your mouth. They were fucking you on both sides. He threw his head back, grinning in pleasure as your groans reverberated against him. “Oh, yes. Keep making her do that.”

Zamasu’s pace quickened, and the volume of your moans increased in turn. Black grabbed your hair to keep your head in place, causing Zamasu to glare. “Gentle.”

“Why should I?”

“Because I ordered you to.”

“But she feels far too good.”

Tears pricked at your eyes as they argued over you. Their pace didn’t slow as they bickered, either. Your walls tightened around Zamasu, making him grunt. “I... understand that. However...”

He never finished the statement. His hips snaps against you, which snaps your mouth toward Black. Their movements are perfectly in sync. Black growls animalistically, looking down at you with crazed eyes. “Yes, yes! That’s it.”

He roared as he came into your mouth. He was quick to slip himself out, holding your jaw shut. He rasped, “Swallow, or I’m going to do it again, mortal.”

You used every muscle in your body to swallow. His thumb pried your mouth open, looking inside. With a satisfied grin, he pulled his pants back up and stood up. He strolled back to his post at the tree, and your moans began spilling into the air instead. Zamasu’s stamina was incredible. Looking back, there was sweat rolling down his forehead. He looked blissed out, an angelic smile on his face.

“Lovely, lovely.” He cooed, hands on your hips with a bruising grip. “Just a little more, darling.”

Your thoughts were a mess at this point. Your body felt like it was full of electricity, and you found yourself with a smile on your face. Was it pleasure born, or were you genuinely enjoying this? Perhaps both? Yes, both.

Then, with a grunt, Zamasu’s hips snapped against your own, and he came with an uncharacteristic growl. He slowed to a stop, taking a matter of seconds to catch his breath. Keeping himself inside, he pulled you upwards by your shoulders, holding you against him like a doll. Your head leans against his shoulder as he strokes your sides and your thighs. From behind, Black sneers, “What’s the matter with you?”

Zamasu hums, “I could ask you the same.”

“So gentle toward a mortal. This stands against everything we’re striving toward!”

“Hm.” His fingers brush against your cheeks. “But, I like this one.”

“You’re just in a pleasure-filled stupor.” Black steps forward. “We should get rid of her.”

“Absolutely not. ”Your eyes opened a sliver, and Zamasu looks at you with a sweet smile. He looks back to his counterpart. “I’d like to keep this one.”

“What?” Black’s lip twitched. “That’s ludicrous!”

Zamasu withdraws himself from you, standing you up with him. He straightens out your clothes as if you were a doll, and then picks you up. He stares at you dotingly. “Then, she’ll be my responsibility. You won’t even need to acknowledge her existence.”

“You cannot just keep a mortal!”

“You’re the one who insists on studying them. What’s the problem in keeping one as a pet?”

Black stammers, not responding. He scoffs, turning around. “Whatever. But I’m not taking care of it.”

“Certainly. I chose her, after all.”

“I chose her, for one.” Black eyes you both with disdain. “But I suppose keeping one around isn’t the worst idea in the universe.”

Zamasu adjusts you in his arms, making a pleased noise. You’re almost limp, unable to comprehend the situation at hand. They walk forward, and in a flash, teleported, taking you with them.

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I'm gonna make you mine... adult!Trunks x fem!reader (NSFW)

This story was a request from the lovely @sacredwarrior88 I do hope you're gonna like it <3

Summary: Y/N gave up on love a long ago, Trunks on the other hand fell in love with her the second they met. Oh and did I mention Trunks is Y/N's boss at the Capsule Corp? Warnings: swearing, heavy smut, going rough

“5 more minutes” you whined, trying to reach your phone on the nightstand and turn off that irritating ringtone you picked for the alarm. Rolling left and right in the bed, performing a smaller tantrum, finally you swung your legs to the side of the bed. Taking a huge breath and mentally preparing yourself for the day to begin.

“Am I too old to get a sugar daddy?” you wondered, while brushing your teeth with eyes closed. After you got ready in the bathroom you had to face the fact you had no idea what to wear. “Does the company have a dress code at all?” you frowned, browsing between your clothes in the wardrobe. A black tight skirt with buttons on the left side and a white also buttoned up blouse you picked.

“Fuck, I’m gonna be late.” you cursed, trying to slide into your classic black heels, before grabbing your stuff and rushing to your car.

Traffic. Yeah, you totally forgot about the traffic. “I cannot believe I’m gonna be late on my first day. Maybe it’s a sign, right? I should just go home. I can find another job somewhere else.” you bubbled, totally zoned out. A loud honk and an ever louder yell snapped you back to reality. “Move, bitch! It’s not gonna be any greener!” You rolled your eyes, while stepping on the gas and holding your forearm out of the window, flipping the bird.

“What did they say? Which floor?” you panicked, feeling totally lost in the building of the Capsule Corp. You held your papers close to your face, totally blocking the view from you. As you kept walking you bumped into someone. It felt like you'd walked into a brick wall. “What the…?” you lowered the documents, noticing a quite handsome man standing in front of you. His lavender hair and mesmerizing blue eyes made you blink twice.

“I’m so sorry, I should have…” -you bubbled, embarrassed.

“First day?” he pulled the sweetest smile ever.

“Yeah and I’m so lost.” you chuckled awkwardly.

“I’m Trunks” he held out his hand for a shake “Give me your paper and let me guide you to your workplace.”

“I’m Y/N” you accepted the offer, wondering how someone can be this beautiful.

Hushing the unholy thoughts out of your head as you followed him. You were completely shocked, his suit showed his perfectly builded body, his round ass and that back…that muscled back you would love to dig your nails in. Even if you gave up on love a long ago it didn’t mean you were blind and didn’t have needs. And Trunks looked just like your next mistake.

“Here we are.” he opened the office door for you. Everyone in the room jumped up from their chair, bowing slightly, murmuring “Good morning, boss”.

“Boss?” your eyes widened, turning your face to Trunks.

“What? Oh yeah…” he chuckled, scratching the back of his neck “I’m the CEO here.”

“Holy shit!” you slammed your palm against your mouth “I’m so sorry sir, I didn’t know. I had no idea…”

“Shh…” he hushed you, laughing “It was fun. Hope to see you soon.” he winked at you before leaving.

You tried your best, focusing on your task, trying to adjust to the environment, to the nice people around you, but deep down you were daydreaming about your boss. Thinking about things, which you shouldn’t have. But who could blame you? Trunks was way too attractive. On the other hand Trunks was sitting in his big ass boss chair in his office at the top floor of the company. Tapping his foot to the rhythm of a random song he was listening to. Finding himself smiling, while thinking about you.

“She’s so freaking beautiful.” he sighed, laying back in the chair, resting his hands behind his head, biceps flexing. “Is it professional, if I ask her out? I mean, why not. It’s not against any policy of the company. Not to mention I’m the fucking boss here, I can do what I want.” he fought with his thoughts.

The next few days you bumped into Trunks every single morning, at first you thought it was just a coincidence, but after the 3rd “accident” it felt weird. Like he would have been waiting for you, talking about totally meaningless things, like how the weather was, how you felt at the company, were you satisfied with the equipment and things like that. Thursday was the day, when he asked you to have a cup of coffee with him, before starting your day.

“The cafeteria is the other way.” you cleared your throat.

“What? No! We’re not gonna drink that dish water, it’s gross. I have, on the other hand, a super cool coffee machine in my office. You get to choose from hundreds of types of coffee. You’re gonna love it!” he blabbered with sparkling eyes. He didn’t even notice how excited he got about the fact of you having a coffee with him.

His office was huge, nothing like any other office on the lower floors. Huge windows caged the whole room, brightness danced across. All the furniture matched, giving you some serious, but still gentle vibes. Some relics on different shelves and his sword on the wall above a big, leather couch. Your eyes glued to the sword, while holding your cup of extra super special boosted coffee. Actually you had no idea what you chose, you just picked the first one on the list and hoped it was going to be tasty.

“It’s so beautiful.” you pointed at the sword on the wall.

“So are you…” Trunks tried to whisper.

“What?” you frowned, turning to face him, because you couldn’t hear him clearly. You might have heard him calling you beautiful, but it would have been surreal, right?

“I…I said it indeed is. And also pretty useful.” he grabbed the grip, swinging the sword, showing off his skills. Your eyes widened at the sight, he looked so damn hot, you had to fight the urge of jumping on him. “You really don’t know who I am, do you?” Trunks giggled, witnessing your shocked look.

“Uhm, I’m sorry, sir. I just moved into this town a few weeks ago.”

“Just call me Trunks, please.” he smiled, placing the sword back at its holder. “I don’t even remember when was the last time I met someone who didn’t know me. It feels great, truly great.” he took a deep breath. “I’m usually not like this, but Y/N…” he stepped closer, reaching for your hand “May I ask you out for a date?”

“Sorry, what?” you almost choked on your coffee.

“I have no idea what happened to me, but since I first saw you I cannot get you out of my mind. I just…I need to get to know you, I need to make you mine.”

“Thank you for the coffee, sir.” you cleared your throat, placing the now empty cup on the coffee table. “It’s time for me to start the day.” you span on your heels and were about to leave, when he gently grabbed your wrist.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t want to be disrespectful, really. But you are so beautiful, it drives me crazy.”

“Don’t say sorry. But I don’t date.”

“You don’t date your boss?” he raised one of his eyebrows.

“No, I don’t date at all. Love is dead to me, I gave up on it long ago. It’s the best way to keep your heart safe.” you sighed with so much in your voice. Trunks kept silent, letting you leave this time.

2 weeks have passed and you didn’t see or hear from Trunks. You felt relieved, at first you truly believed he was going to fire you. But since nothing like that happened so far, it proved to you that Trunks was not a big headed, rich business man.

Clocking out and driving home felt somehow different this day. You felt uneasy, but had no idea why. The second you parked your car you spotted the huge bouquet in front of your door. A tiny card hidden between the flowers was waiting for you. “Even if I tried, I cannot get you out of my head. Please have dinner with me!” The blush crawled upon your face rapidly, you slightly shook your head as you walked in the house with a huge smile on your face. A few hours have passed, when someone knocked on the front door.

“Just a second!” you yelled, getting up from the couch in your typical evening outfit. The second you opened the door your breath stuck in your throat.

“What are you doing here?” was the only thing you could have pressed out from your mouth “How do you know my address at all?”

“I’m sorry that I…” Trunks looked nervous. “Your address is in the company’s system, so I just checked it.” he scratched the back of his neck. “Please, let me take you out for dinner. Please!” he begged. “If you won’t have fun I’m going to leave you alone, I swear. Just give me a chance, okay?”

Trunks was wearing light blue jeans with a buttoned up white shirt and a dark gray suit jacket. His whole outfit followed his body and showed his toned figure. Water ran through your mouth, when you rested your eyes on his sight. You bit your lower lip, before grabbing the collar of his shirt and pulling him inside the house. Shutting the door behind him, pressing him against the front door.

“Y/N…what are you doing?” he looked confused.

“This is what you want, don’t you?” you leaned in, lips almost touching. His Adam’s apple bobbed, because you were right. He fantasized about you since the day he laid his eyes on you. The second Trunks nodded slightly, you released his shirt, smirking. Guiding him into your bedroom, closing the door behind him. His huge palms grabbed you, pulling you in and pressing his hungry lips against yours. You smiled into the kiss as you felt how eager his tongue was to find yours. His hands wandered up and down on your body, squeezing your ass hard.

“Let me make something clear…” you said, while freeing him from his shirt, leaving him half naked.

“Anything, darling.” he kissed into your neck.

“It’s gonna be just sex, nothing else. I’m not gonna date you. I’m gonna use you for my own good. Do you understand that?”

“Y/N…” he tried to argue, but you pushed him slightly back, licking his abs. “Fuck” he growled, grabbing your shoulders and pushing you down on the bed. The arrogant smirk on your face turned him on even more.

Trunks towered himself above you in an instant. Seeing his flexed muscles drove you wild. You grabbed the back of his neck and pulled him into a passionate kiss, as it deepened it got slopier second by second. His hand started to explore your body, running his palm up and down until it found its way under your shirt. Eagerly trying to free you from the cloth, pulling it above your head and tossing it aside, leaving you half naked.

“God, you’re so damn hot” he clenched his jaw, before his huge palm cupped your breast, squeezing it hard.

“Hm, I like that” you moaned.

“Do you?” his husky voice sent shivers down your spine “And what about this? Hm? You like that too?” he asked, as his fingers slid down on your body into your pants, softly rubbing your cloth covered pussy.

“I love it” you breathed heavily. “Trunks…” you moaned his name as he slid one of his fingers between your folds.

“Look at you.” he teased “Already so wet for me.”

“Shut up, you were fucking hard the moment I pressed you against the front door”

“True” he laughed, while freeing you from all of your clothes and starting to rub your clit with his thumb.

“Fucking hell.” you grabbed the sheet next to you.

He leaned in, kissing you again with so much passion it made your body jello, licking your neck, biting it hard. You knew he marked you, but the way he started to pump his two fingers in and out of your wet pussy kept you busy. His name rolled down from your lips, turning into lustful moans as you felt your climax was about to burst out.

“I’m gonna…I’m so close” you whined.

“Come for me, princess” he growled, keeping up the pace.

As he kept fingering you faster and faster you couldn’t hold it back anymore and rode your climax under him. After you finished, you pulled him into the deepest kiss ever, grabbing his shoulders and flipping him under you. You freed Trunks from his pants in an instant, admiring his huge, hard cock.

“Hm…” you smirked, spitting on it, then palming it immediately.

“Fuck, Y/N…” he threw his head back in the pillow. “You are so bad” he breathed heavily, as you kept palming him up and down.

“But you love it, don’t you?” you clicked your tongue, slowly positioning him to your entrance. The second you lowered yourself down on his hard shaft you both let out an animalistic growl. It felt good, way too good. He filled you perfectly and the way your walls clenched around him drove him wild. He grabbed your ass hard, slapping your cheek and started pounding you without mercy.

“Fuck, yes” you moaned.

“You like it?” he hissed, grabbing your neck with one of his hands, choking you slightly.

“I love it, Trunks.” you placed your hands above his, gripping it tight “I like it rough” you smirked. This drove him insane, he grabbed your waist and in a second you were under him once again.

“Get on your stomach” he commanded and you obeyed without any hesitation.

“Lord…you are so big” you gasped as he entered you in an instant.

“You can take me, yeah? I’m sure you can take all of me.” he pushed himself in entirely. “Fuck, baby, you are so tight.” he bubbled under his nose.

Pounding you roughly, gripping into the flesh of your hips, leaving behind marks pushed you closer to your climax.

“Trunks, I’m about to…” your words died mid sentence into a loud moan as you felt your orgasm rushing through your body.

“Come, baby, come on my cock.” he gritted his teeth, fucking you as fast as he could. The sound of the skin to skin contact and your lustful whines pushed him to his edge as well. “Y/N” his voice almost cracked from the unbearable pleasure “Baby I’m gonna cum…”

“I’m on birth control” you looked at him above your shoulder “Fill me up good”

He didn’t need more, the second your words left your mouth you felt him twitching, pulsing inside of you. He thrusted once or twice more, before pulling out and dropping himself down next to you.

“That was good” you giggled, pecking a quick kiss on his lips. “Let’s get a shower” trying to get up from the bed.

“Don’t you wanna stay a bit? Hugging or something?” he smiled, grabbing your wrist.

“For what?” you frowned “I’m literally dripping from your cum” you rolled your eyes.

“Fair enough” he laughed out loud.

In the shower you had sex, twice more. After you finished and finally came out, you put on some PJ, crawled into your bed and was about to fall asleep. “Please lock the door behind you as you leave” you murmured. Trunks' eyes widened. He didn’t know what he actually expected, but he didn’t think for a second that you would kick him out. As he slowly got dressed and grabbed his stuff you fell asleep. He stepped next to your bed, watching for a few seconds as you peacefully slept. “I’m gonna make you mine” he whispered, placing a soft kiss on your forehead.

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