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After a long day, he finally settled into bed beside you, muscles tense, brow furrowed. You could feel the irritation radiating off him like heat, his tail twitching with unspent energy. 

“What’s wrong?” you asked softly, brushing a hand across his chest. His heartbeat fluttered beneath your palm. 

“I’m fine, I said that already.” He muttered. “Don’t make me repeat myself.” 

You weren’t buying that. Not at all. The scuff marks across his bare skin– pink scrapings, a layer of flesh revealed too deep to be caused by anything less than wounded pride were rather telling. You considered treading carefully, but you couldn’t help but stir the beast a little. “You get beat up again?”

His head snapped toward you, dark eyes narrowed in contempt “I did not!”

You smirked. “Better not have lost to your runt brother again.”

“I would never lose to him!” His voice was full of indignance. 

You paused, letting his statement hang in the air. Your hand drifted over the smooth plane of firm pectoral, before finding its home on his arm. Fingers languidly brushed around the edges of his bicep, tracing every vein and contour, each insertion. It was beyond you how his muscles held such restrained power—so you did what you always did: stroked his ego, purposefully. Your favourite pastime. 

“Oh, I know,” you purred, shifting closer up against his side. “My big, strong Raditz would never lose to a weakling like Kakarot...” 

“You know it, baby,” he hummed, chest puffing up just a little with pride. 

You let your nails dig into the hunky muscle for a moment, fluttering your lashes. Playing the damsel. “You’re so powerful…I’m so lucky to have somebody like you to protect me, Raditz.” 

He grinned, canines glinting in the dim light of the room. “You always know just what to say.” He kissed the side of your head. 

You’d buttered him up, and now it was time to go in for the kill. “Now tell me what’s wrong.” 

Before he could dodge the question again, you swung a leg over him and settled on his lap, straddling him firmly. His body stiffened underneath you, then his hands instinctively moved to your hips, a low growl escaping his lips. 

You pinned him by the shoulders, summoning all of your might to try to press him into the mattress. His strength was ridiculous, in comparison to yours. But he let you hold him there, eyes on the prize. Pink embarrassment flushed his cheeks, but his lips remained pursed in a stubborn, thin line. 

“C’mon, Raditz,” you chided, nails sinking into the meat of his shoulders. “Talk to me. Now.” 

You waited for a response, somewhat impatiently, but that’s when you felt it—his body responding, as if it had a mind of its own. Saiyan men were not too far removed from their earthling counterparts, you had come to realise. Some light contact, a little persuasion, and the mere temptation of any semblance of sexual intercourse was all it took to have your boyfriend neck-deep in the predicament of an untimely erection beneath you. 

You decided to play dumb, lifting your brows in fake surprise. “Wait…You’re hard right now? Seriously?”

His cheeks turned pink, and his scowl deepened—more flustered than angry. “Don’t act like you don’t know what you do to me.”

You snorted, “I was scolding you..”

“I—It’s not that —it’s just... you—on top of me, and...” He trailed off, eyes darting to where your thighs hugged his waist.

“You’re such an idiot,” you said, laughing under your breath. But you didn’t move. A wrong movement here: one that brushed too close against him could risk him giving in and taking you his way, and you had far greater plans than that. “It’s pathetic, really.” 

Raditz visibly flinched—not from pain, but from the burn of the word. You watched it sink in, how the insult only made him twitch where his length was brushing against you, how his breath caught like you’d punched the air right out of his lungs. 

You would be lying if you told yourself his willing submission was more than a little flattering. 

“You get all flustered the second I take control. Is that it?” You tilted your head, mock sympathy in your voice. “Big, scary Saiyan brought to his knees because his lover girl dared to take the reins and say he was being stupid?”

“Th-that’s not…It’s not–” he started, but your hips rolled once in a slow grind, and the rest of his excuse died in his throat. He whined. The sound sent a pang straight to your core that tempted you to seek out more. 

“Oh? You were saying?” You smirked, applying weight through your palms onto his bare chest, rocking against him, drawing more of those soft little sounds from his lips. “You’re already melting and I’ve barely touched you. What would your precious ‘Saiyan pride’ say about that?”

“Shut up,” he spat, averting his eyes—but his voice cracked, splintering the edge of his temper with vulnerability. His tail betrayed him next, curling instinctively around your thigh, a reflex rooted in comfort, trust, and in wanting. An affectionate gesture, really, considering the circumstances. It told you everything that you needed to know. He was giving you the green light, even if he refused to say so outright. 

You grinned, half-evil and slow, not letting the act slip for a second. “What was that? You gonna make me? Gonna throw me off?” You pressed down just a little, letting the warmth of your arousal seep onto his dick through your clothes. He chewed his bottom lip, but it did little to hide his moan. “Surely you can handle a weak little human like me.” 

His eyes were fixed on where your body met his. “No,” was all he could muster up. 

“No?” you echoed, feigning innocence. “No, you’re not going to stop me? Or no, you can’t?”

His jaw clenched, but he still didn’t push you off. Thankfully he was not this predictable in a fight.

“God, you’re so easy,” you laughed, leaning forward until your lips were inches from his. “Big, scary Saiyan warrior... all bark, no bite. Can’t even look me in the eye when I call you pathetic.”

He squirmed, not from the words, but from how true they felt. His breath caught, chest rising and falling with impatience.  “Damnit, baby, can you just touch me already?” he snapped, breath ragged, hips shifting restlessly beneath you.

You blinked slowly, feigning surprise. “Oh? So now you have your big boy words?”

His jaw clenched. He looked like he hated how much he was falling apart under you, but he couldn’t stop it either. You watched the frustration bubble in his chest, his dignity cracking apart with every second of being pinned and untouched.

Before he could strike back with something stubborn: “ Easy, boy,” you said, pressing one palm flat against his chest, holding him down. “I had something else in mind.”

You slowly leaned back, your fingers slipping beneath the waistband of your bottoms. His eyes followed every movement, wide and hungry, lips parted like he couldn’t breathe right without your scent filling his nose. You slid them down your legs, dragging the moment out, then tossed them aside without fanfare.

Raditz was transfixed. 

You moved up, shuffling over him, thighs bracketing his neck until you were straddling his face, and his eyes were locked in on your pussy. Onyx irises were blown wide, pupils dark with want, but tinged with that quiet awe you adored. You had him right where he wanted to be. 

“Eyes up here,” you whispered, brushing a thumb across his cheek fondly. 

His hands hovered near the sides of your hips hesitantly. You nodded in gentle encouragement, hands taking his wrists and guiding them to your body. His fingers dug into you greedily, grabbing hungry handfuls of your ass to pull you towards him. 

“That’s it,” you murmured, lowering yourself close enough so that he could practically taste the scent of you. 

Once he had you close enough, he dove in, kissing at the soft, warm skin of your inner thighs, lips sucking and tongue gliding, teeth nibbling. He moaned like it hurt to be gentle.

But then his canines sunk into the sensitive flesh, sharp enough to sting. You hissed softly and reached down to tangle your fingers in his thick hair, giving it a firm tug in reprimand. His eyes fluttered at the pressure, but flicked up to meet yours.

“Get to work, and be on your best behaviour.”

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His mouth opened willingly beneath you, and he nodded. The first touch of his tongue sent a shiver through your spine, and you rewarded him with a slow grind, pressing your cunt up against his lips just enough for him to taste you. You held in a sinful sound, a hum of satisfaction–whilst his chest vibrated with a deep, content purr. You truly were his favourite food. This was not about him, though. 

“You’re not here to enjoy yourself,” you kept your voice low so as to avoid it wavering under your lust. “Not yet, anyway. Focus.”

His eyes closed, and his chin twitched in a nod of assent. Here– with his nose pressed up against your mons, long, dark eyelashes beneath strong eyebrows that were pinched in concentration, he was certainly a sight to behold. Even better was the fact that he was underneath you, willingly yielding to your desire. His wet tongue glided between your lower lips in a singular, slick swipe, its tip tickling the sensitive nerves of your clit, where he decided to settle. They pressed soft, light, o-shaped smooches to your bud, kissing your sex how he’d kiss your mouth. It was delightful. 

Yet, his hands remained obedient, steady and firm on your thighs as he began to please you with warrior’s discipline. 

“Yes, so good, Raditz...” Your fingers tightened among the tresses of his hair. “Keep going.” 

You moaned faintly through your teeth, hips angling back so as to allow him better access to the entirety of your pussy. He took the hint, tongue sliding downwards through your folds, the slippery muscle dipping into your hole to taste you in the barest sense. The familiar feeling of slight fullness warmed through your core, his upper lip brushing just right against your clit as he open-mouthed at your cunt. 

His mouth was so big, so greedy. He ate you like he was starving. 

Eagerly, greedily, he lapped up your arousal, swallowing it down, pouring the heat back into you in the form of his affection. 

Unfortunately, he was burdened with the need to breathe. 

He pulled away too soon, his lips shiny and puffy, and you nearly whimpered at the loss. Instead, you gasped, trembling as he began to pepper soft, reverent kisses over the bite marks on your thighs like an apology. But you knew better.

“Stop!” you squeaked, voice ragged with frustration. “I was close, what are you doing!?”

He groaned into your skin, nuzzling the curve of your inner thigh, his breath hot and maddening. Then he looked up at you with a wolfish grin. Unrepentant, defiant.

“Playing with you,” he said, eyes glittering. “Is that not allowed anymore?”

You fisted his hair again, harder this time, yanking his head back to make him look at you properly. He didn’t resist. He liked the rough treatment. You knew he did.

Your jaw tightened. “This is not how it’s supposed to go.”

“Oh, but I thought you liked the chase,” he murmured, tilting his head as much as he could in this position. “You want control? Then take it.” 

That was it. You didn’t need to be told twice. No more games.

With a decisive shift, you moved, claiming your throne once again over his mouth, no hesitation in the way you settled. The way he gasped, sharp and silenced under you sent heat racing through your veins.

“Right where you belong,” Your hand threaded into his hair with a possessive grip. You met his eyes, daring him to look away from beneath you. “Now shut up... and give me what I want.”

His lips parted immediately, worshipful and eager, tongue moving in smooth, practiced strokes. Slurping, licking, sucking. But then came the softer edge: those barely-there nibbles, featherlight grazes of teeth that made your breath hitch. So delicate, so precise, you almost laughed at the absurdity of someone like him being capable of such softness. 

Your thighs trembled, just once as the first hot licks of your orgasm started to rear their head. 

His cock twitched behind you, and a quiet, broken sound escaped his throat. Part moan, part whine, high and raw and achingly sweet. You smiled down at him smugly. 

“Tch,” you mocked, your voice thick with amusement as you rocked forward just slightly, grinding your clit on his nose. Rewarding him and punishing him all at once. “You whine like a little girl.” 

His fingers flexed uselessly in petulance where they were pinned, but his obedience did not waver. 

His tongue kept working in rhythmic stripes, lips wet with lust, and he gave you everything. He just kept performing, as if you were the star of his show and his affection was the stage. 

You felt it rising—the tension coiling low in your belly, tight and overwhelming, heavy and warm. It built fast, embarrassingly so, from the sheer power of having him like this. So strong, so proud, and yet so completely, utterly yours.

"Please... don’t stop," you heard yourself whisper. It was shaky, broken, the words slipping out before you could think to catch them. Your walls were starting to crumble.

You were melting. Spine arching, thighs quivering, every last bit of composure flooding from your body as pleasure surged through you in waves. Your hands shot to his hair, gripping tight, claws raking across his scalp, and he purred. Deep and guttural, like he didn’t know the difference between pleasure and pain. Like your loss of control was his reward.

And then, it was too much.

You came apart with a cry, hips grinding down in frantic little rolls, riding his mouth like it was the only solid thing you knew how to do. Everything else dissolved: words, thoughts, pride, you were just feeling , raw and radiant and filled to the brim with it. 

When the aftershocks finally eased, you sagged forward, breath catching, muscles warm, limp and jelly. 

But it wasn’t over there. 

He shifted beneath you, lifting with ease, and before you could process the movement you were flipped. Rolled onto your stomach, face pressing into the bedding, hair draping around your face fanned on the sheets like a sinful crown undone.

You blinked, dazed, breath still shallow.

“My girl…” he groaned into the curve of your neck, voice thick with heat and reverence. The sound that oozed down your spine and settled, molten and unignorable, right between your legs.

You twitched beneath him, a soft gasp catching in your throat. Your brave face was faltering. You were still so vulnerable, so sensitive, far too sensitive, but that didn’t stop the flicker of arousal sparking back to life like a struck match.

“So good,” he murmured again, lips grazing the shell of your ear as he spoke. His hands anchored you by the hips, firm and possessive, as he pressed his front against you in a delicious grind of full contact. Bare chest hot on your back, his mouth still working reverent little praises into your skin.

The tables had turned.

You had spent the entire encounter dismantling him with words, mocking, taunting, stripping him bare with the venom of your voice. You'd called him pathetic, had him begging, whimpering. You owned that moment!

But this?

This praise: this slow, affectionate worship after the fact hit differently. It wasn’t just submission. It was gratitude. Awe. A quiet kind of unravelling. A thank you. 

And you were so helpless under his spell. 

Boneless, breathless, undone. Muscles slack, body pliant, the air dragged from your lungs with every slow, shallow thrust of his hips as he rubbed his hot, hard, cock between the cleft of your ass. You couldn’t move even if you wanted to. He had you pinned in the most perfect way.

And still, Raditz purred between nibbles and kisses to your neck. “All mine…you ready to take me?”

You mewled, the sound involuntary, a little squeak. But even now, you couldn’t give him the satisfaction of an easy yes.

“Tch… I said nothing,” you managed to bite out, though your voice was soft around the edges. “Don’t get cocky.”

That earned you a deep chuckle against your skin. Challenge accepted.

Your fingers curled into the sheets again, nails clawing desperately at the fabric, but there was nothing left to hold onto other than 300 thread cotton. You were wrecked and trembling, every nerve alight with oversensitive want, your body already answering with the way your hips pushed back against him on their own accord. 

You hadn’t said yes, but your body had spoken for you, loud and clear. 

Laid out on your belly, back arched, hips raised, your most intimate part bared to him like a feline in heat. Vulnerable, open, and so achingly ready, a vision of surrender without defeat. 

He moaned low in his throat, dragging both hands over your ass, large palms spanning the full, supple curves as he squeezed, spread, held you open like a prize he’d fought to win.

“Fuck…” he muttered under his breath, not even trying to hide the awe. His thumbs traced your slick folds, over the mess he’d made of you, dragging slowly through your warmth, his touch somehow reverent and filthy at the same time. 

Then with one hand firm on your hip, the other slipping between your thighs, his fingers dipped in. One. Then two.

He worked them slowly, almost experimentally, the thick digits tickling your sensitive walls so perfectly. He curled them against your soft sweet spot, reslishing the way you gripped down around him like your body didn’t want to let him go. 

“You’re still pulsing,” he murmured, voice rough and far too pleased. “Already came for me and you’re still this needy?”

Your cheeks were searing. A taste of your own medicine had never been so sinfully sweet. 

He leaned down, mouth brushing your ear as his fingers twisted inside you, slow and deep. “You pretend you don’t want it… but this—” he curled his fingers again, and your body jolted. “You’re a horrible liar, baby.” 

And the worst part was your hips pushed back against him, as if begging to take more, deeper. 

But before you could get too excited, he pulled his fingers from you, slow and deliberate, watching how your pussy clenched down in protest. A string of slick arousal followed, glistening between his fingers. “Still so greedy,” he hummed, dragging his wet digits up your inner thigh, leaving a trail of heat in their wake. “Don’t worry. I’ll fill you properly.”

When he finally lined himself up, thick and throbbing against your entrance, there was not an ounce of teasing left in him.

No slow slide in, no letting you savour his size. 

He just pushed in, all in one go. 

One sharp, brutal thrust that knocked the air clean from your lungs. You choked on a moan, eyes wide, fingers fisting the sheets with white-knuckled desperation as he bottomed out against your cervix. The shape of him carved into you: deep, unrelenting, right where you were still tender and trembling. It was possession made physical, his chest pressed to your back, hips flush to your ass, as though he was trying to bury himself so deep you'd never be able to push him out again.

“Fuck, so good,” Raditz groaned, voice cracking as he rocked into you again, hips slamming against yours. “Little pussy takes me like you’re made for it…”

He held himself there for a heartbeat, letting you feel every inch of him. You clenched down hard around him, instinctive, needy. He growled.

“You feel that?” he rasped against your ear, dick twitching inside you with restraint. “That’s where I belong. Don’t you forget it.” 

Then he started to move, and he didn’t hold back. 

There was no build-up, just a raw, ragged rhythm, his pelvis slamming into you over and over with a wet sound that echoed obscene in the room, only interrupted by your small yelps that jolted through you with each thrust. He was rutting into you, chasing the edge, lost in it. Your body jerked beneath him with every motion, hands scrambling uselessly for purchase. You were already on the brink again, hips bouncing back against him with every thrust, seeking more. 

His breath came in ragged, feral bursts as he chased his release with single-minded obsession, growling praises into the sweat-damp skin of your neck.

“So fucking tight, can’t believe how good you feel, my perfect girl…”

It didn’t last long. He was already too close, the way you clenched around him with every thrust had him spiralling, unravelling fast. You sitting on his face had given him a generous handicap. 

“Gonna….fuck—” he hissed through his teeth, forehead pressed into your hair as his rhythm faltered, becoming frantic, erratic. “Gonna cum…”

You were gasping, barely able to speak, but you still found the breath to cry out. “Please! I need it!”

He snarled, losing the last bit of control he had.

“How can I say no…” he groaned, thrusting hard enough to make your knees skid forward on the sheets. “When you keep sucking me in like this…It’s like you want me to defile you.” 

With one last deep, shuddering thrust, Raditz pulled back, a hiss escaping his lips as he withdrew, leaving you feeling empty for just a moment. Before you could even process the absence, he painted you with his release, marking his territory, thick ropes of hot cum spilling across your lower back and down between your ass. 

You could hardly breathe, body still twitching with the aftershocks of his assault. He stayed behind you for a moment, admiring his handiwork.

"There," he panted, chest heaving, eyes burning with that dangerous satisfaction. "Now you're really mine. I win, again.”  

“Really? That’s how we’re doing this now?” you gasped, voice laced with exhaustion but with that same biting edge from earlier. “Classy. Go get a damn towel instead of one of my socks, this time, I beg you.” 

Raditz’s chest bubbled with laughter, though it was breathless and strained, body still hazy with the fading echo of his release. “Hey, just making a point,” he muttered, a grin tugging at his lips.

"Oh, I see. So this is your grand idea of romance?” You teased, your voice dripping with mock sweetness. “Didn’t know you were such an artist. Next time, let’s do a fucking sip and paint.” 

He collapsed behind you, still smiling smugly. “I don’t know what that is, but if I can do that again, I would not be opposed.” 

You turned your head slightly, catching his eye, and with a devilish smirk, you quipped, “Guess I’m a masterpiece now then, huh? Hope you’re proud of your work.”

Raditz let out a low, satisfied hum, dragging a lazy hand down your spine. “Proud? I should sign my name on it.”

You snorted, swatting weakly at his arm. “Yeah, well, if I wake up tomorrow with your name smeared across my ass, I’m throwing you out the damn window.”

He grinned, canines sharp, clearly unbothered. “Better than carving it in.”

Your head whipped around so fast you nearly pulled a muscle. “ Excuse me? ”

He laughed outright this time, clearly delighted by your horrified expression. “Kidding. Mostly.” He leaned in closer, pressing a kiss to your shoulder a little too soft for someone who’d just rearranged your insides.

You narrowed your eyes, still catching your breath. “You’re disgusting.”

“And you love it.”

You rolled onto your back with a groan, stretching every sore muscle like your bones had melted. “What I love is not having your sweaty ass crushing my spine. Now go be useful and get that towel before I start dripping on the sheets you still haven’t changed since last time.”

Raditz made a face. “You’re really ruining the moment here, babe.”

“I could do far worse. I could start reciting poetry mid-coitus next time.”

“Please don’t,” he muttered, finally dragging himself off the bed, moving with legs as steady as a newborn foal. “You know I don’t understand that stuff.” 

You threw a pillow at his head.  “Hurry up!"

“Totally worth it,” he called from down the hall.

And as you flopped back onto the mattress, you couldn’t help but smile. He was such a mess. A smug, cocky, possessive mess. 

But at least he was yours.