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[akaridream]

When are getting Vegetas part?? 🫣

I'm a student, so I don't have a time frame, but it's in progress and will be coming soon 😍 thanks for reading!!

[akaridream]

AHH I binged your college au last night and I can’t wait for the vegeta part to come out!!!! Will there be another part with both the boys? I say let the reader be greedy🤭 but that’s just me.

You're so sweet, thanks for reading! But yes, I do plan to write another part for Goku, plus part 2 and 3 for Vegeta too. I'm a student so I don't have a time frame, but I'm working on them frequently!

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I'm like so totally obsessed with your college goku and vegita au!!! I love you college gokuu would it be possible for more of him 🥺🥺 also I love your workkk

you're so freakin' sweet and thank you so much! as soon as I finished the part with goku, I did not feel like I was finished. so yeah, there will be a second date with him ;)

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all the right buttons: part 2 GOKU (college AU goku x reader)

alright goku fuckers, come get y'all juice

and don't worry geta lovers, you'll get yours soon too

You stared at the coin in your hand, anxiously rubbing your thumb over it. The only way to discover your true feelings was to flip it. Heads for Goku, tails for Vegeta.

The coin sailed through the air. You captured it between your palms and flipped it onto the back of one hand. Eyes opening, you lifted your hand. Heads.

YOU: ummm i guess i felt like i had a slightly better connection with goku?

You climbed into bed and laid in the darkness, wiggling your toes impatiently between your bed sheets. Your stomach floated nervously within you, waiting for her response. What if your guess was wrong? Would you be disappointed if it was Vegeta? No, certainly not disappointed. But there would be at least a tinge of FOMO in your heart at the thought of missing out on Goku. He seemed so sweet and easy to get along with. But perhaps he was just a nice guy with everyone and you were nothing special to him. Whatever the case, you jolted when your phone finally buzzed with Bulma’s reply.

BULMA: as soon as you left, goku said you were cool and that you should come over again soon :) and he said you were really pretty An automatic smile spread across your face and you kicked your feet up with a delighted squeal.

YOU: omg i’ll come over right now if he wants haha

BULMA: easy tiger :) i gave him your number and told him to hit you up, so hopefully you’ll be hearing from him v soon

YOU: did you tell him anything I said about him? Did you put in a good word for me?

BULMA: I told him you’re super sweet and lots of fun to be around, but he was already kinda smitten and didnt need much encouragement. it was actually really cute

Your cheeks were starting to hurt from all the smiling. Then your phone buzzed again.

Unknown Number: hey, it’s goku! i got your number from bulma, i hope thats alright

You stomped your feet on the bed, pleasantly surprised that he was texting you already. This guy doesn’t play games!

YOU: omg hey! ofc thats okay! I know I can trust bulma not to give my number to creeps. I had a great time playing with you today!

GOKU: yeah me too! I’ll have to dig out some other games we can play together sometime

YOU: I’m absolutely down for another game sesh! Wish I still had all my old games, I’d bring some

GOKU: just bring yourself and I’m sure we can find something to play! theres actually an old tenkaichi tournament movie, we could try and find it somewhere and watch it

YOU: ive heard its actually a horrible movie! but that isn’t gonna stop me, i love making fun of bad movies

GOKU: haha cool! Vegeta and I always go to the gym friday afternoons, but I’m free after 5 or so. We could order some food and just hang out here

Wow, he really doesn’t beat around the bush! Straight to asking me to hang out already?

YOU: that sounds great! And will your roommates be joining us?

GOKU: they’ll probably be around. But i was kind of hoping it might just be you and me

YOU: i think i’d like that :) so it’s a date then?

GOKU: yeah, if that’s okay with you

YOU: definitely okay with me! I can bring some drinks if you want

GOKU: yeah sure! You like chinese takeout? Theres an awesome place just off campus I order from all the time, they give you sooo much food

YOU: yeah, that sounds great to me. I’m sure you need big portions, you’re a growing boy after all!

For the rest of the week, you texted Goku without the conversation coming to a natural end. As midday turned into Friday afternoon, an anxious, fluttery feeling flooded your stomach. What should you wear? What should you do with your hair? What about makeup? In the end, you opted for a pair of high-waisted jean shorts, a cute camisole with lace trim and an oversized cozy cardigan that kept falling off your shoulder. The peek of skin would be enticing, if he was interested in hooking up of course. And you certainly weren’t against that idea. Since the day you met him, you had been thinking about climbing all over him, especially right into his lap…

You put your hair up into a clip and dotted your cheeks and lips with a soft glow. After a touch of mascara, you admired yourself in your full length mirror. Scrubbed, shaved and smelling lightly of perfume, you felt confident in your natural beauty. Your heart danced in your chest when your phone buzzed with a text from Goku, saying to come over whenever you were ready. You grabbed the case of chilled vodka soda from your dorm fridge and headed across campus.

By the time you arrived at Bulma and Goku’s front door, your cheeks were aching from smiling so much. Your heart still twirling like a ballerina, you knocked and awaited your date’s appearance.

The door swung open, revealing Goku in a tight black tee and another pair of short shorts in bright orange. He grinned and adjusted his glasses on his nose.

“Hey! Good to see ya!” he said, giving you a brief but warm hug as you stepped over the threshold. Your arms snaked around his thin waist, pleasantly aware of having his hard body flush against yours.

“Good to see you again too, Goku! How was your workout?” you asked as he led you into the kitchen.

“Great! Vegeta hit a PR on bench today, so that was cool!”

You tilted your head as he took the case of vodka soda from you and put it in the fridge. “What’s a PR?”

He blinked. “Oh! Personal record. Sorry, I forgot you aren’t a gym rat like me,” he said, shyly scratching the back of his neck. “Oh, Bulma left this for us by the way.” Goku tapped a knuckle on a bottle of white wine with a fancy label.

“Oh my gosh, that looks expensive!” you said as you examined it. “But what a sweetheart she is! I’ll have to tell her thank you!”

Goku led you to the living room where the game console and old TV had been shoved to the corner and Bulma’s fancy flat screen once again dominated the space. A new coffee table sat in front of the couch as well.

“She’s been busting my balls all week about you,” he said with a shy chuckle as he plopped onto the couch.

“Oh yeah?” you asked in a teasing voice. “What about me?” A warm blush started to overtake Goku’s cheeks. He smiled and shrugged. “Just that she’s happy to see me take interest in someone, I guess. Apparently she thinks its about time!”

You sat on the couch and propped your arm over the back, turned to face Goku. “Has it been a while since you dated someone then?”

He nodded. “Yeah, since high school. I had a long term thing with this one girl but it didn’t end so great. She was a bit of a hot-head. But since her… I haven’t even been on a date. Just been trying to sort my own stuff out, you know?”

“Yeah, I get it. I’m not the most experienced with relationships either. Shit’s complicated,” you laughed.

Goku smiled. “Yeah, you’re telling me!” His phone buzzed. “Alright, dinner’s here! Be right back!” His eyes grew wide with excitement and he raced out the door before you could even reply. He came back just as quick and unloaded a surprising amount of food onto the coffee table.

“Are you sure you ordered enough?” you asked sarcastically.

Goku furrowed his brows and looked over the selection of takeout containers. “Well, I thought five entrees might be enough, but I’ll be happy to order more if you want!”

You laughed and opened a pair of chopsticks. “I was kidding! This looks like enough to feed my entire family back home!”

His frown quickly inverted and he grinned. “Oh, okay, good! Should we break out what you brought to drink or try Bulma’s fancy wine?”

“Let’s have the wine with the movie, I think,” you suggested, padding over to the fridge and grabbed a drink for each of you.

Per usual with Goku, conversation was steady and comfy. You chatted and laughed as you sat on the floor across the coffee table from each other, both of your cell phones sitting untouched. “Is this table new?” you asked.

Goku nodded as he scarfed down some lo mein. “Yeah, Bulma bought a new one because Vegeta and I kind of broke the last one.” You sputtered a laugh. “How on earth did you manage to break a coffee table?”

“Well, we were just kind of goofing around and Vegeta slipped and… Fell right through it! It was all glass, he complained about it being invisible all the time anyway. Bulma is convinced he did it on purpose because he hated it!”

You covered your mouth full of food and laughed heartily. “That is hilarious! But what the hell do you mean you were just goofing around?”

He shrugged. “I don’t know, just… Goofin’ off like guys do?”

“Sounds just like my brothers,” you said, shaking your head.

You finished your meal, with Goku eating the lion’s share of the food. You didn’t mind, he clearly required more calories than you did. As he was clearing away all the takeout containers, you watched him in the kitchen from behind. His wide shoulders and slutty waist made your head feel light. Or was it the vodka soda?

“You ready to bust out this bottle of wine?” he called over his shoulder.

Your eyes grazed over his silhouette, admiring his stellar ass in those tiny shorts. “Sure, let’s do it!”

Goku rummaged around in the kitchen drawers. “Crap, I have no idea where to find a corkscrew.”

You rose from your place on the living room floor to help him look. “Well I sure hope you at least know how to use one, because I sure don’t! I only ever buy the cheap wine with the screw top.”

Goku bumped into you, then placed a hand on your hip to navigate around you in the kitchen. You blushed at the contact.

“Bulma’s not here, is she?” you asked. “We could ask her if she knows where it is.”

“No, she said she was heading back to West City to see her parents this weekend. And Vegeta said he’d be out late tonight.”

Way at the back of a stuck drawer, you felt a spiral shape. You turned and twisted it until the drawer could move again, finally able to extract the object. You held it up with a bright smile.

“Ta-da!” you said.

“Hey, nice!” Goku said, giving you a high-five. He took the corkscrew and carefully opened the fancy bottle to pour you both a glass.

You returned to the living room with two stemless crystal glasses as Goku made a quick trip to his bedroom.

“The library had the Tenkaichi movie on DVD!” he called down the hall as he returned. You sat on the edge in the middle of the couch, watching him lean over to load the DVD into the player. Those damn shorts are giving me heart palpitations, you thought. His body is godly.

Cheeks growing warmer by the second, you slid your cardigan off one shoulder for some much-needed cool air. You caught Goku’s eyes taking you in as he turned around, peeking at him over the rim of your wine glass.

“How’s it taste?” Goku asked, his voice quiet and soft.

You raised the crystal and gave it a swirl before taking a sip. You closed your eyes and breathed through your nose as you swallowed the aromatic liquid, a trail of pleasant warmth growing in your chest.

“Expensive,” you said. You both laughed.

Goku grabbed the remote and sat on your right, his left arm automatically fanning over the back of the couch cushion. Once he started the movie, he exchanged the remote for his glass of wine, taking a sizable swig.

“Hm, it’s sweeter than I expected. The last time I tried wine, I felt like it sucked all the moisture out of my mouth,” Goku said.

You took another sip. “Yeah, this one is nice and mild. I could drink the whole bottle of this,” you said, your head starting to feel pleasantly heavy.

Eager to move closer to your date, you sat back into the couch and tucked your feet up, leaning onto your hip. There was still space between the two of you, but it was Goku’s turn to come to you next.

The movie began with a vibrant action scene, filling the dark room with bright flashes of light. After draining half of his glass, Goku leaned forward and placed it on the coffee table. When he leaned back, he closed the small gap between you, nestling your shoulder under his wing on the back of the couch. A rush filled you immediately, and you happily leaned your weight into his firm torso. At that, Goku moved his arm from the couch cushion to rest across your shoulders. Another pleasing rush of adrenaline raced through you. You licked your lips and sipped on the wine.

“This okay?” he said, barely above a whisper.

You gave a smile and warm mm-hmm before placing your glass on the table and snuggling up to him even more. His thighs spread slightly, making his leg press into yours. Like chess opponents trading moves, you thought about what your next move should be. Your mind flashed back to the last time you saw Goku. That blue tank top had shown off his pecs just right…

Biting your lip, you leaned your head over to rest your burning cheek against his chest. With your ear pressed to him, you could hear his heart beating wildly. The excitement of snuggling up with such a handsome guy was not lost on you, as your heart was purring like an engine. His pecs really did make for a great pillow.

Goku began brushing his fingers softly over your exposed shoulder. You sighed happily and relaxed into his touch.

“You’re comfy,” you said as you worked your arms around his waist. He leaned back, pulling you into him even more.

“Thanks,” he chuckled. “You’re cute.”

“Thanks,” you breathed, heart leaping at the compliment.

As the movie progressed, you paid less attention to it and more to every fiber of Goku’s body. After polishing off your glasses of wine and feeling delightfully buzzed, you curled up even further into him, feet tucked up and thighs falling over onto his. Your head also migrated from resting atop his muscular chest to nuzzling into his neck. All it would take would be a subtle movement to start kissing his neck…

It took a while to muster the courage to make such a bold move. It was only your first date after all. Perhaps this was moving too fast. But he really did seem into you. And you were undoubtedly into him. While gently petting your hand over his chest, you parted your lips, and allowed a steamy breath to escape and tickle his neck. His heart began to drum hard enough for you to feel. You let your lips touch his skin with a feather-light press. Goku’s dark eyes slid closed with your next kiss, the fullness of your gorgeous mouth lighting up each nerve along his neck. You gave a gentle suck to it, causing a sweet sigh to fall from his lips. You trailed your hand up to hold the opposite side of his neck as your tongue began to tease him with tiny kitten licks, then bold circles.

Goku’s hand went from your shoulder to the back of your head, guiding you. You felt his pulse pound as you kissed him. His other hand found your wrist and squeezed.

“Hah,” he breathed. “Need to kiss you.”

You pulled back enough to look at his handsome face. His cheeks were pleasantly pink and his eyes were dazed and dreamy behind his frames. He took your chin with one hand and brought your mouth up to his, finally letting your hot breaths intermingle before he sweetly caressed your lips with his own. Goku’s tongue softly brushed over your lip, silently pleading for yours. You obliged and his tongue invaded to massage yours. Every movement was slow and sensual, tender yet incredibly erotic.

While shifting yourself to face Goku more fully, your leg brushed past something hard, and you were certain it wasn’t just his meaty thighs. Your core heated and revved like a racecar. Unable to keep them suppressed, sighs and heavy breaths from Goku encouraged you to continue kissing.

“W-wait,” Goku said, pulling away slightly. “You aren’t too drunk for this, are you?”

You pulled back further and looked at him, his black eyes full of concern. Your heart clenched. What a sweetheart!

“No,” you giggled, pulling his glasses off and placing them next to your empty wine glasses. “I may be a bit buzzed, but I’m fully aware of what I’m doing. And I don’t intend to stop.”

With that, you climbed over Goku to straddle his lap. Without the black frames, his eyes shone with gentleness, and lust. Using his shoulders for support, you adjusted yourself atop his lap until you found exactly what you were looking for. His lips fell open with a sharp, breathy groan.

“This okay?” you asked as you returned your mouth to his.

Goku kissed you between heated breaths as he gripped your thighs. “Hahh, yeah. Definitely.”

You shrugged off your cardigan and tossed it aside as you made out. One of your hands worked into Goku’s wild hair as his hands wandered up to your hips. He pulled you towards him, chest to chest, and your tight jean shorts gave you both a taste of delicious friction. That made him shove his tongue messily down your throat, like he was slowly fucking your mouth. You whined, grinding your hips down. He responded with a tight squeeze to your ass.

“I’ve… I’ve never really done this whole hooking up thing before,” he admitted.

You scratched his scalp lightly, making his eyes flutter in pleasure. “We don’t have to go any further.”

“But that’s the problem,” he said, kissing your throat. “I don’t wanna stop. You’re really hot and I don’t know if I can control myself.”

You giggled as his lips trailed down to your collarbone, sweet sensations filling you from head to core. “Then by all means, continue.”

“You gotta tell me if you wanna stop, or if I go too far.” He slid the strap of your cami and kissed your shoulder.

“Okay. And you do, too,” you breathed as his fingers softly traced your arm.

Just the touch of his hands was enough to make your eyes fall closed in bliss, and you wanted his big hands all over you. Under your shirt, on your waist, in your shorts…

“Can’t believe you aren’t bringing girls back every night. You’re so fucking hot,” you said as he sucked on your pulse point.

He smirked and took your cheek in in his palm. “I’m not a fuck boy. I don’t want to hurt anyone’s feelings.” He gave you the most saccharine kiss yet, making you melt completely in his lap. “Which reminds me…” He pulled back slightly to look you in the eyes. “This… Isn’t just gonna be a one time thing, is it? Because I really do like you, and I want to get to know you.”

You smiled and put your hands on his gorgeous chest. “I like you too, Goku. And I’d love to get to know you better, and make out with you more, too.”

He gave a glowing smile and endearing chuckle. If he were any cuter, you feared your heart may burst. “Yeah, I really like kissing you. Like, a lot.”

And so you did just that. Desperate yet tender, Goku’s tongue reconnected with yours as your hips began to roll against his. Those shorts of his were blessedly thin, and your tight denim put pressure right on your sweet spot.

“Mm, touch me more,” you pleaded.

“Where?” he whispered.

“Anywhere. Everywhere.”

You took Goku’s lower lip between your teeth as his big hands roamed freely. His thumbs brushed the undersides of your breasts, then boldly over the fullness of them just as your hips hitched against his stiff cock print. A moan ripped from your throat.

You gripped the back of the couch on either side of Goku’s head and started working your hips into a rhythm. It was agonizingly slow for him, just enough stimulation to tease and make him want more. Foreheads sealed together, mouths exchanging breaths, you humped his lap as he tenderly squeezed your tits.

“Can you go faster?” he asked, a desperate tremble to his voice. You grinned and did as he asked while bringing your chest close to his face. He pressed your breasts together and kissed the tops of them, slightly pulling down the top of your camisole. You slid the straps off your shoulders and pulled the shirt down to expose your tits to him. Goku’s eyes shone brightly as they drank you in. “Fuck. You’re perfect,” he praised, circling his thumbs over your nipples.

“Use your mouth.”

He obeyed immediately, placing delicate kisses over one while softly pinching the other. You sighed and rewarded him by continuing to hump him. But he teased you, only lightly lapping your nipple with his sweet tongue.

“Mm, harder,” you whined.

Goku proved to be pleasantly obedient, taking your directions well. He sucked and pulled back to let your tit bounce, then sought your eyes for approval. You groaned in pleasure and mussed his hair, forcing his head back to your chest. One of his large hands supported your upper back, the other smearing saliva over your pert nipple. The telltale tingle between your thighs was beginning to grow steadily. Based on the way he was whining and bucking underneath you, Goku was feeling good, too.

“Damnit, please don’t make me ruin these shorts by cumming in them,” he begged.

You slowed your pace and lifted Goku’s chin. “Where do you want to cum then?”

His pupils wide in awe, he failed to form any coherent words. “I… Well, wha…”

“Aw, did I make you dumb already, big boy?” you patronized.

“I was never that smart to begin with.” His expression was dreamy and he stared up at you like you were a goddess.

You giggled and stood up. “Why don’t you let me finish you off?”

You got on your knees between his, your breasts still exposed and holding his attention. Your soft hands rubbed up his sculpted thighs, sneaking under the hem of his shorts. His eyes met yours as you palmed his aching cock. His perfectly kissable lips hung open as you teased him, and his throaty little moans each sent a pulse straight to your pussy.

As you pulled at the waistband of his shorts, you saw two wet spots of precum had soaked through, a sign of a job well done by you. Goku lifted his hips and pulled down the obstruction to reveal his gloriously sized dick. You almost growled at the sight, feral with desire.

“Holy shit,” you said, eyes devouring the perfect specimen before you. The tip was fat and shiny, begging for your lips to wrap around it. “This still okay?”

He blew a puff of air through his nose. “Of course.”

You wrapped your index finger and thumb around his thick cock, teasing up and down his shaft slowly. He tried to strangle his moan in his throat. You met his eyes as he reclined and you lightly pressed a kiss to his tip, then trailed more kisses down one side of his length. You never would have guessed he could made such sinful sounds from his candy-sweet personality, but each noise weakened you. Eye contact still unbroken, your lips finally enveloped his cockhead, then pulled off with an obscene slurp. One hand on his shaft and the other squeezing his thigh, you circled your tongue around Goku’s beautiful cock. Worshipping it with your mouth and hearing his vocal approval made you clench your leg muscles, stimulating yourself.

“Decided where you wanna cum yet?” you asked as you licked up the underside, making him shudder.

“Ahh… I’m really not picky,” he chuckled.

With that, you started sucked him off with purpose and vigor, eager to hear his whines of pleasure. Your saliva dripped down, making a mess of him as your hand twisted and pulled. You kept constant pressure and pleasure on him, making his moans pitch up. They came in short, desperate bursts and you finally dove deep, taking his entire length down your throat in one swift motion. As you lifted to dive down again, Goku gripped the arm of the couch with one hand and guided your head with the other. While his touch was light on you, you feared his intense strength might rip the upholstery of the poor couch.

“Ahh, almost there!” Goku cried, hips beginning to twitch.

End in sight, you watched his face as you sucked him. A few final strokes and one beastly growl had him shooting hot strings down your throat. His brows knit together tightly, mouth hanging open, head tossing. He writhed in pleasure as you slowed, swallowing every drop he offered you. And it was a lot. You swallowed at least three times, taking more cum each time. Even when your mouth left him, tiny beads formed at the slit of his cock. You smeared them with you thumb, then licked him clean.

“Hope you didn’t mind that I decided for you,” you panted, proud of your hard work.

Goku slumped on the couch wearing a dazed expression. “I can barely move. Damn,” he said with a soft chuckle. “But what can I do for you now?”

Just as a grin started to form, the sound of someone unlocking the front door jolted you both out of your haze. Your eyes grew wide.

“Vegeta’s back already?” Goku whispered, frantically stuffing himself back inside his shorts as you fixed your shirt. You stood quickly enough to make your head spin and grabbed your empty wine glasses to busy yourself. Just as you made it to the kitchen to wash the glasses (and your hand covered in spit and cum), Vegeta shoved his way through the front door. You gave him a soapy-handed wave.

“Hey Vegeta,” you said, hoping he wouldn’t take a long enough look at you to notice your flushed face, neck, and chest. Thankfully, he just gave you a grunt in reply.

“You’re back early,” Goku said, a lilt in his voice.

“Not really,” Vegeta grumbled, barely giving Goku a glance as he passed. His bedroom door shut with a stern thud.

“Sounds like he had a bad day,” you mused.

Goku stood from the couch and replaced his eyeglasses. “Well, yeah. He’s jealous that you picked me over him.”

Your heart screeched to a halt. “Wait. What are you talking about?”

He tilted his head and padded over to you at the sink. “Bulma said that you said you had a better connection with me.”

Your cheeks began to burn. “She told you I said that? But she said one of you asked about me! She told me to guess which one! I couldn’t decide which of you I liked better, so she… That Bulma!” You dried your hands and tossed the dish towel onto the counter, pouting that Bulma had tricked you into making a decision. “Wait, so neither one of you actually asked her about me?”

Goku smiled warmly. “Actually, we both did. As soon as Vegeta got back from his lab, we had an argument about which one of us was gonna get to ask you out. Bulma overheard us and told us she’d figure out who you liked better!”

“But I just flipped a coin! Literally, I couldn’t decide!” you laughed.

“You did? So you didn’t really pick me at all, did you?” Goku asked, looking like a kicked puppy.

You stood on your toes and reached your arms around his neck, pulling him in for a sensual kiss.

“Fate picked you for me. And for the record, I’m really, really glad it was you, Goku.” His hands held your waist as he returned your kiss. When you pulled back, his sugary smile had renewed completely and his eyes sparkled with affection.

“Me too.”

tags: @artof-aristocracy @ghostlylovesstuff

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How powerful I feel after somehow piecing together a miraculous recovery of my work on part 2 of "all the right buttons" after that bitch idalia came through and knocked out my power

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a little love note to fanfic readers: i wanna kiss you on the mouth and i hope you have a nice day today and for the rest of your life

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please bite my neck 🥺🥺🥺

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dragon ball z fanfic masterlist

please my prince (vegeta x Saiyan! reader) NSFW

glancing blows (raditz x Saiyan! reader) NSFW

all the right buttons: pt 1 (vegeta & goku x reader; college AU)- inspired by the infamous Fuzzfeet Studios figure

all the right buttons: pt 2 (vegeta x reader; college AU)- coming soon

all the right buttons: pt 2 (goku x reader; college AU) NSFW

fighting time (future Trunks x gn! reader)

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fighting time (future trunks x reader)

tags: future trunks x reader, xenoverse 2 trunks, gender neutral reader, Time Patroller reader warnings: none; SFW

The hill overlooking Raditz’s pod crater was one of your favorite places to watch the sunset. The colors blended together like an expertly crafted painting, light brush strokes of clouds sweeping over the gradient of the sky. A rippling bubble of purple energy glowed behind you, waiting for you and your trusty partner Trunks to step through once more and return to Conton City. Work beckoned you, but the two of you lingered after another battle together, admiring the simple beauty of the sky in silence.

Working with Trunks had been nothing but a privilege. Your natural strength as a fighter earned you recognition from the Supreme Kai of Time and you rose through the ranks with ease despite your relative lack of experience. After seeing your fighting prowess first hand on a special mission, Trunks hand-selected you for more and more missions by his side. Flattered and crushing on the Time Patrol’s finest fighter, you obliged.

Trunks’ focused nature called for a light-hearted energy like yours to balance it. He admired your ability to turn on your serious face when the situation called for it while still maintaining an attitude of fun. It reminded him of times early in his life, long before his home timeline turned tragic. He and Gohan had played together like that, calling it training and pretending to be as strong as their fathers. But it wasn’t just your fun-loving demeanor that he liked. Your sparkling eyes, how they glowered in battle, how your hair always seemed to frame your features perfectly, how your skin seemed to glow in the sunlight… Trunks was smitten. And terribly conflicted. As he watched the sunset reflect off your stunning profile, his heart grew heavy.

Remember, Chronoa had told him. You cannot fall in love with your parter! It’ll only make things messy. Mortals and their emotions, sheesh!

But falling for you hadn’t been a choice. It had been a knockout punch.

He recalled the mission where you both had fought alongside Future Gohan, knowing he was about to meet his untimely demise at the hands of the androids. Desperate to stop his horrific fate, Trunks begged Gohan not to go. Hands shaking, you held Trunks back as he fought. You rested your cheek against his back, silent tears streaking down your face.

“Gohan!” he had cried out, sinking to his knees and watching his friend’s aura disappear into the distance. As he sobbed, your grip turned from restraint to comfort. You squeezed his arms, softly chanting, “I’m so sorry,” over and over. He turned to you and buried himself in your neck. More silent tears fell as you looked up to the sky, gently stroking his hair.

“Why?” he whimpered. “Why does it have to be like this?”

“I wish I knew, Trunks. It just does,” you whispered, knowing your words brought little comfort.

“It’s so unfair,” he said. “He shouldn’t have to suffer because I was so weak.”

With that, you pulled back so you could look him in the eyes, red and puffy with tears.

“Trunks, that is not it. You know better than anyone that time waits for no one. You can’t change that. And didn’t you hear how proud he was of you? That you grew up so strong?”

He sniffled and nodded as you held his face in your hands. “This is just how it has to be,” you continued. “I wish I could let you go after him and destroy those damned androids and make everything right, but you know we can’t do that. We have to keep going, Trunks. It’s for the entire universe.”

In your eyes, he saw strength, and in your voice, he heard truth. The pain he carried was heavy, but your comfort and friendship lightened the load. In his weakest moment, it was you who held him up, spoke the words he needed to hear and dragged him forward. After that, he knew he would never meet anymore more beautiful than you. You had his entire heart.

And so he stood, marveling at you, having fought alongside you once again. His hands began to tremble as he called your name. You turned to look at him, a soft smile painting your face with extraordinary beauty.

“You ready to head back?” you asked.

He swallowed hard. “Actually, there’s something I wanna talk to you about.”

You turned to him and took a step closer. “Sure, anything.”

His heart began to race like he’d run a mile. “It’s about… Well, I’ve been thinking a lot lately and…”

You chuckled. “Spit it out, silly. We need to get back soon.”

His eyes locked onto yours and he stuffed his shaking hands in his coat pockets. “I think… It’s time I find a new partner.”

Your eyes grew wide. “Wha- I mean, why?” you asked, pain in your voice.

He sighed and looked away, too ashamed to see your shattered expression.

“If you think there’s someone better, just say so,” you said.

Trunks shook his head. “No, it’s not that. Really, I just… It’s hard for me to… I don’t really know how-”

“Just tell me the truth, Trunks.”

He clenched his fists tightly. “Chronoa told me specifically not to, but I just-”

“She told you not to tell me the truth?”

“No, not that! It’s just a conflict of interest-”

“What is going on, Trunks?”

“I’m in love with you!” Trunks sputtered. “And the Supreme Kai of Time told me not to fall in love with my partner because it would just make things messy but I couldn’t not because you’re amazing and- And I’ve been crazy about you for such a long time now, but I don’t think I can keep working with someone I care about so much because-”

“Trunks, it’s okay! I-”

“Sometimes I get so distracted because I just can’t take my eyes off you, and obviously that’s not good in fights so-”

“Trunks, listen!”

“I can’t let myself get hurt because I can’t focus but I don’t want to not work with you anymore because you’re so great and-”

In his rambling, Trunks hadn’t noticed you stepping in closer and closer. You grabbed him by the collar of his coat and silenced him by crashing your lips against his. A startled noise left him before he melted into you, reciprocating by holding your jaw with both hands. He kissed you madly with months of pent up passion and admiration. You relaxed into the bliss with a sigh and a giggle.

“Thought that might shut you up,” you whispered into his lips, then kissed them again.

“You- You have feelings for me too then?” he asked, his cerulean eyes searching yours.

“Of course I do,” you said with a wide smile. “Since before we even started working together. Thought you were the hottest guy in Conton City.”

Trunks chuckled and blushed. “Geez, I don’t know about that.”

You laughed and raked your fingers through his hair, pushing it away from his handsome face. “It’s a pretty easy choice. I have a thing for purple hair and blue eyes, you know.”

He put his arms around your waist and gazed lovingly into your eyes. “You’re amazing.”

“You are too, Trunks.” You gave him a soft peck. “And we’ll go talk to the Supreme Kai about things, okay?”

He nodded and captured your perfect lips in another burning kiss. “You may just be the best partner of all time.”

“Of all time? Wow, that’s quite a statement, coming from you.”

“I’ve been all over the timeline, over and over again, but I’ve never met anyone as incredible as you.”

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[akaridream]

all the right buttons (college AU Goku & Vegeta x reader)

have y'all seen the figure from FuzzFeet Studios featuring our favorite boys gaming on the couch in the sluttiest little shorts? lemme say, i was feeling thirsty after I saw it for the first time. thus, this fic was born.

vegeta and goku both will get a part 2, choose your own adventure style (coming very soon!)

As you padded down the hall of Bulma’s apartment building, muffled male voices arguing rang through the walls. Your favorite chemistry study buddy had warned that her two roommates would be home while you did homework together, but you hoped the voices were from a neighboring unit. Your hopes were dashed when you stood in front of Bulma’s door and knocked, the voices now quite clear in the hallway.

“Hey! Pipe down you two! My friend is here and we need to get some work done!” Bulma’s voice interrupted. The door swung open with a whoosh, revealing the blue-haired bombshell. She rolled her eyes and shuffled you inside.

“Sorry about the boys, Goku found his old game system and they’ve been at it for a while,” she explained as you kicked off your shoes and dropped your backpack by the kitchenette table. “I was hoping they’d be wrapping it up by now but-”

“Oh don’t worry about it!” you said with a dismissive wave. “I grew up with two brothers, so they won’t bother me!"

Beyond the kitchen sat the infamous roommates, backs turned on the couch, facing a comically small CRT television in front of Bulma’s fancy flat screen. The tiny TV sat precariously on a mini fridge, and on the floor was the little gray console, one which you hadn’t seen in at least a decade. The chiptune soundtrack was nostalgic and familiar.

“Is that Tenkaichi Tournament 5?” you asked.

“Yeah!” came the chipper voice from the guy on the left, though his focus remained on the game. His black hair splayed in all directions and his blue tank barely covered his built shoulders.

Oh shit. These boys are fit, you thought.

The guy in blue’s arms were bulky and strong, intimidatingly so. And the blond guy was just as fine with a cut-up yellow racerback showing off the hard work he had put into his lats. With their backs turned, you shamelessly admired what you could see of them, salivating at the sight of their carved muscles.

Bulma elbowed you and lifted a brow, tilting her head in the direction of the guys. Your eyes grew large and you fanned your face, mouthing “Oh my god” to her. She grinned and nodded.

“This is my friend from chemistry I was telling you about!” Bulma yelled over the TV, hands on her hips.

The guy in blue paused their game and turned around, draping his arm over the back of the worn couch.

“Hi!” he said in a sweet voice, eyes bright and friendly behind a pair of black frames.

The blond gave him a dirty look for pausing the game. “Hello,” he offered over his shoulder.

“I’m Goku! Nice to meet you!” he said with a wave. “This is Vegeta. Sorry, he’s a little sour because he’s lost three rounds in a row!”

The blond scoffed. “I am not sour! You just keep spamming your super move and it’s fucking annoying!”

“Have you tried countering him with a block?” you asked. That got the blond’s full attention and he turned around to you with an incredulous expression.

“What do you mean?” he asked.

With a look at both of their faces, you weren’t sure who was more handsome. Goku had boyish good looks and a natural charm, complimented by his endearingly wild hair. Vegeta resembled a model with smoldering eyes and immaculately styled hair sweeping upward. It was like comparing a golden retriever and a wolf: both were beautiful in their own ways. Had you known her roommates were perfect 10s, you would have opted for an outfit more put-together than your cotton booty shorts and oversized tee…

You swallowed, suddenly nervous under the gaze of two gorgeous men. “Um, if you hold down or back when he tries to hit you with a super move, you’ll block half the damage. But you have to get the timing just right,” you explained.

Vegeta pouted his lips and turned to Goku. “You didn’t tell me that, Kakarot!”

Goku laughed and shrugged. “I thought you knew how to block!”

“So you’ve been winning because you haven’t told me all the rules! New match, come on!” Vegeta shouted.

“It’s not really a rule,” Goku murmured with a glance to you and a smile. You smirked back as he turned towards their game once again.

“Try to keep it at a reasonable level guys, please. We have an exam next week and I am not letting my A slip to an A-minus because of this stupid game!” Bulma warned and led you to the round table in the kitchen. You extracted your laptop and a notebook from your backpack and opened up to your most recent homework.

From your seat in the kitchen, you could see directly between the pair of gentlemen, straight to the tiny TV. You couldn’t help but watch as Vegeta’s character desperately tried to master the block timing, barely eeking out a victory.

“HA!” Vegeta celebrated. “In your face! See, all I needed was to actually know all there is to the game to beat you!”

“Oh whatever Vegeta! Bet you can’t do it twice in a row!”

Bulma tapped a manicured finger on your laptop. “Um helloooo? Are you with me?” she asked.

You blushed and turned in your chair towards her. “Yes, I’m sorry! My brothers and I used to play that game together all the time, it’s been a while since I last saw it.”

She smiled at you knowingly. “Or are you just enjoying the eye candy?”

You sucked on your lips and shrugged. “Well… I’m not not enjoying it.”

The two of you snickered quietly at the table.

“I’ve heard that ladies find them attractive, but I’ve known them both since we were little kids. I just can’t see them that way, you know?” she said.

You nodded and glanced over at them, making sure they weren’t listening in. “So you’ve never dated either of them?”

“Goku, never. There was a very brief time in middle school where Vegeta and I went out but it just got weird and… Ugh, I don’t even know how to explain it. But that was ages ago. And both of them are single now,” she offered, brow raised.

You tapped your pencil to your lips. “Hm. Good to know…”

Despite the looming chemistry exam, between the noisy video game and the attractive boys playing it, your focus was gone. As the evening glow began to darken, every few minutes you glanced over between the muscular shoulders on display to see who was in the lead. They were quite evenly matched, trading wins without any notable streaks for either.

After having to steal your attention back several times, Bulma snapped her laptop shut and shook her head.

“We aren’t getting anything done tonight, are we?” she asked.

You turned fully towards her. “Geez, I’m sorry Bulma. I know you wanted to have this assignment finished up but-”

She chuckled and waved her hand. “Eh, don’t worry about it. Like I said, we both have solid A’s and the exam isn’t ‘til next week. We’ve got plenty of time. Go see if they’ll let you play a round!”

“You really don’t mind?” you asked, glancing over the back of the couch once more.

“No, we’ll finish up later. Go have some fun!” she insisted.

You grinned and stuffed your belongings back into your backpack and set it by the front door. “Thanks!”

Just as you approached the living area, Goku rose from the couch and stretched, his skimpy tank top rising to show his midriff. It was just as toned and hard as his arms. The tiny gray shorts he wore left little to the imagination, in both the bulk of his thighs and the size of his package. Oh Christ, you though. The room suddenly felt intensely hot.

“Done already?” you asked, trying not to drool.

Goku smiled. “Nah, I’m just taking a quick water break. You want anything?” he asked.

“Not to drink, but I wouldn’t mind going a round or two at Tenkaichi,” you said.

“Sure!” Goku said. He walked around the couch and handed you the controller on the way to the kitchen. “Kick his ass!”

Vegeta raised an eyebrow and looked at you over his shoulder. “Hm. Bring it on.”

As you walked around and plopped on the couch next to Vegeta, you got a better look at him. Significantly smaller in stature than Goku but just as built, he sat at the edge of the cushion with his elbows on his knees. You chuckled internally, recognizing it as the ‘serious’ pose your oldest brother took when playing video games. His gym shorts fit too small, his muscular legs pulling the fabric tight in places. The cut-off tank he wore displayed his fine musculature in a way that made your heart stutter.

Fuck’s sake, he is unbelievably hot, you thought.

Finally tearing your hungry gaze away, you selected the only female character in the game, earning a sideways smirk from your opponent.

“No way you’ll win with her,” he boasted as the game loaded.

“We’ll see,” you contested.

You took a few moments to refamiliarize yourself with the controls, but held your own against Vegeta. He had quickly mastered the block, but the timing came back to you like an old friend. The match was close the entire time until Vegeta managed to pull off a super move while you were in the air, catching you off guard. He smiled.

“A valiant effort,” he offered. “Best two out of three?”

“Of course!”

You fought again, but this time, you managed to recall a hidden combo you had memorized way back in the day. It took your opponent by complete surprise, depleting his health significantly before you moved in to finish the job for an easy win.

“What the hell was that?” he barked.

You grew shy and shrunk into the couch. “Just some muscle memory coming back to me. I’m guessing Goku didn’t tell you about hidden moves either, then?”

Vegeta turned towards you wearing a curious expression.

“Of course he didn’t. There are hidden moves?”

You pulled out your phone and furiously typed away. “Yeah! Each character has a combo that isn’t listed in the actual game anywhere, but they’re the strongest moves there are. My brothers and I used to play this all the time back in the day, but I only know Chacha’s combo. I’m looking up the combo for Prince Monkey so you can try it.”

He eyed you up and down as you searched, admiring the fact that you needed no makeup to look cute. Your features were soft and feminine, your smile lighting up your entire face. His cheeks grew warm when you scooted closer to him on the couch, showing him your phone.

“Here’s the button input. Give it a try!” you encouraged, leaning forward into your own ‘serious’ gaming pose, knee touching his.

He did as you suggested, but struggled with the combo at first. You eased back in the fight, allowing him time to figure it out before he finally blasted you away, winning the match by a hair.

“Nice! You did it!” you praised.

“It’ll be interesting to use that move against Kakarot,” he mused with a smirk.

“Kakarot? I thought his name was Goku,” you said.

“Kakarot is my first name, but I always go by my middle name,” Goku explained as he returned. “He just calls me that because he’s an ass.”

Goku held a dripping bottle of water against the back of Vegeta’s neck, making him recoil and snatch the bottle away.

“So who won?” Goku asked, taking a seat on your left and sandwiching you between two chiseled thighs.

“That would be Prince Monkey,” you admitted. “I took one round though.”

“You held your own well against me,” Vegeta said, giving a tiny hint of a smile. “It was an admirable effort.”

You nodded in appreciation and handed the controller back to Goku, but he waved you off and took a swig of water from his bottle.

“Keep playing as long as you want!” he said.

And so you did, managing to beat Vegeta in the next round thanks to your mastery over the hidden combo. Goku was flabbergasted when he saw the wildly powerful moves for the first time.

“Whoa! What the heck are those?”

"Hidden combos. You’ll have to figure it out on your own, Kakarot!” Vegeta sneered, his knee bumping into yours, then his elbow.

“Hey!” you chuckled, elbowing him back. “Quit trying to throw me off!”

“What are you talking about?” Vegeta rebutted. “I’m not doing anything!” He leaned against you and jostled your arm with his elbow.

“No fair!” you cried. You still managed to win the match, making Vegeta huff in annoyance.

Goku laughed. “Damn, she’s good!”

You shoved Vegeta playfully as he leaned for his bottle of water on the floor. You caught a glint of flirty eye contact as he did, making you want to kick your feet.

“That’s two to two,” Vegeta said. “One more to break the tie?”

“Absolutely. But I do want to change characters,” you said, inputting a code on the character select screen.

“King Monkey?” Goku asked after a new selection appeared.

“Wait, there’s another character?” Vegeta squawked. You nodded proudly.

“Yep. I know all the secrets to this game! Let’s see who will come out on top now!”

King Monkey, a larger and stronger version of his son, quickly dominated with a combo that devastated Vegeta. Despite his best efforts, he struggled to damage you, letting you come out on top without much trouble. Vegeta tossed his head and leaned back on the couch with an irritated grumble.

“Oh man!” Goku said. “That was really one-sided!”

You shrugged and laughed. “Well, King Monkey is a boss character so he’s not exactly fair. But I had to get him back for fighting dirty!”

“Tch, whatever,” Vegeta pouted, handing his controller off to Goku. “I have to get going anyway.”

You frowned and watched him get off the couch and head towards his bedroom down the hall. “Aw, bummer. Where you off to?”

“Astronomy lab,” he said over his shoulder.

Bulma called from the kitchen. “Oh, that’s finally happening?”

“Yes, finally,” Vegeta yelled down the hall, then reappeared with his backpack. “First clear evening in weeks. Cloud cover has been a pain in the ass all semester.”

“Sounds super interesting,” you said. “Well, it was really nice meeting you Vegeta!”

He gave a small smile and wave as he headed out the door. “Yeah. Been fun. See you around.”

“See ya, Jeeta!” Goku called from the couch.

As the door shut behind him, you blushed at the sweet, barely-there smile that had formed on his lips as he said goodbye. Intrigued by his stony, competitive personality, you wondered how Bulma would feel about you asking for his number…

“So he’s an astronomy major?” you asked. Bulma padded over and sat on the arm of the couch.

“Astrophysics, actually,” she explained.

Your eyebrows shot up. “Whoa. Didn’t take him for such an academic.”

Bulma snorted. “I know, right? Seems like more of a meathead like Goku.”

Expecting a retort for the insult, you turned towards him, but Goku was unperturbed.

“You gonna let her call you a meathead?” you asked.

He shrugged. “Well, I’m a kinesiology major, so I kind of am!”

You nodded. “Ah, I see. So you wanna be a physical therapist then?”

“I could do that,” he said, leaned his head from side to side. “But I also think running my own gym would be fun. Haven’t decided yet though.”

Quintessential himbo, you thought to yourself, smiling. Bulma’s roommates sure were interesting, to say the least. “Well, you certainly have the physique for it!”

“Thanks!” Goku said with pride. “Vegeta and I lift together all the time. Even though he’s really hard-working on his studies, he works just as hard in the gym. You should see all the other astro nerds, they’re like half his size! Well, in the muscle department at least.” Bulma laughed.

You couldn’t help but chuckle at the thought of the pint-sized yet built Vegeta sitting in class with a bunch of pale, scrawny bookworms he could tear in half.

“So are you a chem major like Bulma?” Goku asked.

“Oh gosh, I could never do chemical engineering like her!” you said. “I’m just a regular chemistry major. She’s way smarter than me, plus I don’t really like math all that much.”

“Ugh, me neither!” Goku said, selecting Master Turtle as his character to fight you. “I barely scraped by the general math class, and that was all thanks to Bulma and Vegeta! I’d be stuck in there forever if it wasn’t for them!”

You fought round after round, not even noticing when Bulma slipped away to her bedroom. Conversation flowed easily with the amicable Goku. He had a way of making you feel comfortable even in the silence. He asked about your brothers, told you that he had an older brother but Vegeta was more like a brother to him. As you got to know each other, the twilight faded into darkness, the only light in the living room coming from the tiny TV.

“I need a break, my thumbs are killing me,” you said, rolling your wrists.

“Can I try out that hidden character you had earlier?” Goku asked.

You took his controller and punched in the secret code for him. As you handed it back, your fingers brushed his for an instant. You made brief eye contact, his handsome features illuminated by the TV. He couldn't help but smile at the dusting of blush that bloomed across your cheeks. Your long lashes framed your pretty eyes perfectly, he thought, and your bright smile made his stomach feel lighter than air. Neither of you had noticed that you had migrated towards the center of the couch, only separated by an inch between your thighs.

You watched Goku figure out the new character, following his expressive brown eyes dancing across the screen. You hoped he couldn’t tell how hard you were staring at him from the corner of your eye. He was too damn handsome to take your eyes off of for long. And his pecs looked like they’d make a perfect pillow…

As Goku fought against the computer-controlled Prince Monkey, a twinge of conflict made you bite your lip.

Shit, you thought. I have no idea which of these guys I like better! Surely you couldn’t ask Bulma for both of their numbers, that would just be greedy. But you had to get one of them. No way could you pass up the opportunity. They were far too fine.

As if she could sense your dilemma, Bulma emerged from her bedroom and came back into the living area.

“I cannot believe how long you have been playing that damn game, Goku,” she laughed.

He grinned. “I’m just glad my old TV still works! Wish we could hook it up to the big screen though.”

As he continued to play, you stood from the couch and motioned for Bulma to join you in the kitchen.

“What’s up?” she asked.

“I have a question,” you whispered, looking over your shoulder to make sure Goku was distracted by the game.

Bulma got the hint and lowered her voice. “Sure.”

“How would you feel…” you hesitated. “If I wanted one of your roommate’s numbers?”

She grinned like a Cheshire cat. “I freaking knew it. Which one though?”

You crossed your arms. “That’s the problem. I can’t decide!”

Bulma put her hands on her hips and shook her head. “Are you for real?”

You nodded and smooshed your cheeks in your hands. “They’re both so hot!”

Bulma thought for a moment, then her eyes lit up. “Ooh! I have an idea! Let me ask them how they felt about you, try to get a feel for which of them vibed with you the best.”

“Oh gosh, are you sure?” you asked. “Don’t make it too obvious though.”

Bulma smirked. “Please. I know the art of subtlety, my dear. I’ve got you covered.”

You bounced with glee. “You’re the best!”

“I know!” Bulma said with a shrug and proud smile.

After your nightly shower and bedtime routine, you climbed into bed to see your phone lit up with a new message.

BULMA: soooo i talked to the boys about you

YOU: ahhh

YOU: i’m gonna puke

BULMA: one of them actually asked about you before i got the chance to ;)

YOU: omg fr shut up

BULMA: wanna guess which one???

Part 2: Goku

Part 2: Vegeta coming soon!

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tags: @artof-aristocracy

[akaridream]

glancing blows (raditz x reader)

tags: raditz x reader, raditz x Saiyan! reader, raditz x Time Patroller! reader

warnings: MDNI explicit sexual content, smutty goodness, all the bad words, afab reader

When Raditz saw a red band hiked high up your left thigh, he was grateful. Grateful that the Supreme Kai allowed him to become an instructor in Conton City, grateful that you had taken up his training session, grateful that you were a fellow Saiyan. But he was most grateful for the fact that male Saiyan armor had a plate over the crotch. Without it, there would be no way to hide his aching boner.

Raditz swelled with pride at the sight of you wearing classic armor just like his. But the fact that you had copied the band he wore on his leg too? Devastatingly sexy.

“Like it?” you asked with a glint in your eye as you crested the hill, your preferred training ground outside the busy city.

Raditz smirked. “Suits you well,” he said, snapping the band against your muscular leg. “And it shows exactly who you belong to.”

You swished your tail and stretched the matching band against his taut bicep.

“It shows which new instructor belongs to me,” you purred with salacious eye contact. “I am your first student, right? Better make this training session worth my while, pretty boy.”

It had been like this since Raditz’s arrival to Conton City. The Supreme Kai of Time thought a high-level Saiyan Time Patroller would be perfect to show him around and whip him into an effective instructor. Had she known your chemistry was this good, she might have chosen differently. You couldn’t stop making bedroom eyes at each other.

“Oh, I’ll show you what I��ve got, my little Saiyan princess. And you’ll see I am anything but a boy,” he said, his gruff, gravelly voice making you tingle.

You chuckled. “Is that right? I guess we’ll see then.”

As you stepped away to warm up, Raditz followed close behind, stalking you like prey. “How about we start with a little grappling match? I’ll pin you before you can count to three.”

You turned to him as you stretched. “You might be surprised. I can hold my own against any man here. I’ll top you before you know what’s hit you.”

His eyes raked over you hungrily. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you? To top me?”

You bit your lip and raised an eyebrow at him. “Of course. But I wouldn’t mind letting you win at least once.”

It took great effort for Raditz to refrain from shoving you to the ground and having his way with you then and there. The way you spoke, how your tail mesmerized him, your plush lips and dark eyes… You were perfection. How long could he stay focused before he gave in to temptation? Your soft touch on his arm already had him pining for you. His filthy mind was imagining your voice desperately moaning his name, piecing together a mental picture of you writhing beneath him. Or on top of him, he really didn’t care which.

You held a hair tie between your teeth as you gathered up your long hair. Raditz salivated at the sight of your parted lips, his predatory gaze never leaving you. You gave him a show by dipping your head back to display the delicate tower of your neck, prime for love bites. You arched your back, sending his attention to your ass and tail as you tied your hair up in a ponytail. And damn, did he love your strong legs too. He wanted them crushing his head as he tasted you.

You opened your eyes to find his, inky black and full of lust as he leaned against the lone tree, arms crossed. Your knees went weak as he devoured you. In his armor, his thighs were also on full display, nearly as thick as the trunk he leaned on. But his arms were your favorite. Well defined and drool-inducing, you craved to know how they’d feel wrapped around your waist as you bounced on him, or holding you up against that tree. Oh, but that tail of his. It swayed like a hypnotist’s watch, drawing you in like a moth to flame.

“Want me to tie you up, too?” you asked. “Your hair, I mean.”

He smirked. “Would you like that?”

“It won’t get in your face while we train,” you replied. “Plus, a ponytail could look hot on you.”

“I prefer mine natural,” he growled as he twirled a lock of your hair around his finger. “Though I like the ponytail on you. Gives me something to grab onto.”

You blushed and bit your lip. “Don’t you think we should at least try to train a little before you start trying to seduce me?”

Raditz leaned in close, towering over you in the most heart-pounding way. “Why? I think you’ve already fallen under my spell, darling.”

You raised an eyebrow and nearly brushed noses with him. “My, my. So confident.”

He purred, breathing in your scent. “I saw the way you were looking at me. Why not skip straight to the good part?”

You laughed and playfully shoved him away. “I heard you were a slacker, Raditz. Don’t you have any inclination to get stronger as a warrior?”

He frowned and stepped forward to take your jaw between his index finger and thumb, tilting your face up towards his. “Not when there’s such a tasty reward already ripe for the taking.”

You drew a finger down his chest. “Prove to me training with you is worth my time and maybe I’ll let you take a bite, pretty boy,” you breathed over his lips. You chuckled and stepped back, inviting him to spar.

Ever impatient, Raditz scoffed, but pursued. Despite his grand size, his blows lacked the sting and fire of his younger brother. You easily had him on the defensive, overpowering him with a barrage of punches and kicks. His surprise pleased you, and your attacks sent him to one knee, desperately panting to catch his breath.

“Come on, that isn’t all you’ve got, is it?” you asked with a scowl.

His dark eyes caught yours, frustrated. “I… Didn’t realize I wouldn’t have to hold back with you.”

You glared at him. “Tch! Don’t be such a coward! You should know better than to hold back just because I’m a woman!”

Raditz launched himself towards you with a guttural yell and punch, more powerful than before. Still, you evaded him with grace and ease, adding fuel to his burning annoyance.

“How-” He threw a punch. “Are you-” A kick. “So swift?” Another punch.

You caught his fist and bent his wrist and sending him wincing on one knee again. “This is nothing! I’m starting to see how great the difference between us is,” you scathed. “Pity. I had hoped you’d be more competent than this.”

Raditz’s nostrils flared with rage as you turned your back and walked away from him. He punched the ground with a fiery grunt before chasing after you. His muscled arms clamped around your waist, his back arched and he slammed you down with a bone-shattering suplex. The blow rang through your head like a gong. Before you could claw your way out of his grasp, Raditz flipped you to your stomach and pinned an arm behind your back.

“Not bad,” you mumbled, beginning to smile with your face pressed into the grass.

His elbow dug into your spine. With your shoulder twisted into an agonizing position, you desperately tried to maneuver out of the pin. You managed to get your knees under yourself, but your torso was well and truly trapped under Raditz’s massive form.

“Face down, ass up. Just how I like it,” he quipped as he contorted your arm even further. You groaned at the pain, swearing he was going to rip your shoulder from its socket. Just as you were about to tap out, your free hand brushed against fur. An idea dawned on you.

Like a vice, your hand clenched around Raditz’s tail. His entire body grew rigid and powerless with a strangled gasp from his throat. His grip on you loosened and you wriggled out from under him. You pounced on your opportunity by shoving him down and onto his back, straddling one of his thick thighs and pinning his opposite knee to his chest over your shoulder.

“Me on top. Just how I like it.” You glowed in pride over him, chest heaving.

Raditz’s eyes narrowed. “That was cheap!”

“Should have trained not to be so sensitive,” you mocked. “What’s your excuse? Afraid of hard work?”

Fury bloomed in his chest again, but he was immobilized. He frowned and laid his head against the ground, looking anywhere but at you.

“Aw, don’t pout,” you patronized. “I’ve trained with all kinds of strong warriors. I knew you wouldn’t beat me.”

“Then why even bother,” he growled, still avoiding your gaze. You pressed your shoulder in further, squeezing his knee to his chest uncomfortably.

“Because I’m sizing you up, dummy. How else but to fight you?”

“You can let go of me now,” he strained, growing irritated.

You cocked an eyebrow. “Hmm, I thought you wanted me to top you.”

You dropped Raditz’s leg back down and climbed over to straddle him. His eyes grew wide as you planted your palms on his chest and began to drag your hips over his armor plate. Funny that he had been so thankful for that very plate. Now he couldn’t wait to get rid of it.

He ran his hands from your knees up the soft skin of your thighs. “I thought Saiyan women weren’t interested in weak men,” he admitted quietly.

You peeled off your upper armor to reveal your black sports bra underneath. “Oh quit your pouting. Just because I’m strong doesn’t make you weak.”

Your words triggered a deep, long forgotten memory. Time and time again, fellow Saiyan warriors called him pathetic, lazy, cowardly. And maybe he was. Maybe his strength paled in comparison to other soldiers. But long ago, while watching his tiny brother float in his tank, their mother had patted his head lovingly and told him, Don’t let his high power level discourage you, Raditz. Just because he’s strong does not mean you’re weak.

Now, Raditz’s eyes brimmed with the softness of his mother as he gazed up at your beautiful face. He reached up, thumb brushing your cheek with a gentleness you didn’t expect. You leaned against his touch and closed your eyes.

“May I…” he started. “May I have a taste of you now?”

Pleasantly surprised by his romantic expression, you blushed deeply and leaned forward. You raked your nails through his wild hair, then held his face and pressed your forehead against his.

“Please.”

Raditz stole your breath with a kiss laden with electricity. Your heart soared with excitement as you began to explore one another, the press of every kiss weakening you. You melted over him, arms snaking around his shoulders. He sighed heavily into your mouth, his tongue chasing and teasing yours as he held the back of your head. Your hands curled into fists in his hair, pent up with passion.

“I need you, darling,” he said in a desperate voice.

“Let me give you what you want. Take off your armor.”

With a parting kiss, you sat back and allowed him to sit up to strip his armor. Without it, you could finally see his incredible body and the intimidating size of his bulge. You felt an immediate rush between your legs.

“Lay back for me,” you said, eying the print of his cock.

Raditz obliged, propping himself up on his elbows under the shade of the tree. You positioned yourself between his legs before kissing his lips, then began a journey down his jaw and neck. You kissed shapes into his tender flesh while your hands caressed the firm muscles of his chest and arms, stopping to snap the red band around his bicep again.

Breaths of pleasure escaped him as you touched him, working your way slowly towards the destination you both could hardly wait for. While your hands explored his sculpted abdomen, your tongue lightly dragged over his pectorals. You teased his nipple, causing a suppressed moan to rumble in his throat. You smiled and made a mental note for later.

When your fingers finally reached the band of his black briefs, you lightly traced along the waist as you kissed down the trail of black hair below his navel. Your palm began to graze over his cock print, so incredibly hard. His eyes closed with a groan. You worked your palm over him with an agonizingly light touch, then did the same with your lips. Raditz clawed into the ground, gripping the grass and growling.

“Stop teasing me, woman.”

You smiled, watching his every movement while blowing hot breaths over his cock.

“Mmm, but I love seeing you squirm like this,” you purred. “Tell me how bad you want it, pretty boy.”

He groaned. “I want your lips around my cock so bad, darling.”

“Tell me you need it.”

“Need your mouth, baby girl.”

“Tell me what else you want.”

“Want to cum in your mouth, want to fuck you ‘til you’re sore. Want to hear you scream my name ‘til everyone knows who’s fucking you.”

You bit your lip, supremely satisfied with Raditz’s response. You removed his briefs and watched his cock fall against his abdomen, heavy and thick. Saliva filled your mouth at the sight and you gave a long lick up the underside of his dick. He shuddered.

You began circling your tongue around the fat tip as your hands lightly squeezed his thighs, teasing around his signature band. You sucked his shiny head like a popsicle, letting your spit drip down the shaft. Your slender fingers wrapped around his cock, making you moan at the size and weight in your palm.

“Fuck,” you said under your breath. Raditz watched you bite your lip and stare at his stiff member with lust. “You’re so thick. Not sure if I can take it.”

He chuckled and grabbed your ponytail as you started working your hand and mouth together to suck him off. “Oh, you’ll take it. You’ll take every inch.”

You groaned in response and took him further, nearly to your throat. His girth made it difficult and your jaw already felt the strain. But Raditz’s grip on your hair said he wanted more, so you dug your nails into his thighs and forced his cock deeper. You whined and tears formed at the corners of your eyes, but the ragged moan from Raditz was well worth it. You breathed through your nose and relaxed as you choked him down until you felt his head reach the back of your throat.

“Aghhh,” he whined in pleasure. You smiled internally and let up, allowing your hand to help work his shaft. Up and down you stroked him with just the right pressure, and he made sure to let you know with feral growls. You pulled your mouth off and spit into your other hand so you could give his heavy balls attention. Your lips enclosed over one and sucked as you continued to stroke him with both hands.

“You’re sloppy,” he chuckled. You moaned and made eye contact, bringing him dangerously close to the edge.

“Mm, but does it feel good?” you asked between slurping at him.

“Ugh, you have no idea, doll. You’re so fucking good.”

The praise made you take him fully down your throat again with a quickening pace, your pussy fluttering with his every sound. The faster you could make him cum, the faster you could have him inside you. Excited at the notion, you focused your energy on finishing him. He grunted and rocked his hips in time with your ministrations. His tail, softly swirling until now, began to twitch at the tip. Growing more noisy, you could tell he was nearing his climax.

“Fuck! Just a little more!” he wailed, grip on your ponytail painfully tight.

“Look at me,” you commanded. He did as you told, and you pumped him hard, pulling your mouth off to wait for his load. With a final throaty grumble and groan, Raditz’s abs and glutes tightened as pulses of pleasure burst behind his eyes.

“Ah, fuck! That’s it!” he cried. His tail went rigid and his legs trembled as his cock spurted onto your patient tongue and you slowed your strokes to draw out his orgasm. “What a good girl,” he breathed at the sight of his cum covering your tongue. “Now swallow.”

You did as you were told and reopened your mouth to prove your obedience. He smiled and chuckled, then caressed your cheek.

“Such a good girl. Now turn around and sit on my face. Let me taste you,” he said. Heart leaping, you obeyed.

You removed your remaining armor, bra and briefs, leaving only your leg band to match his. He laid back on the grass and you lowered yourself over him, skin tingling with anticipation. He hooked his arms around your thighs and positioned you perfectly to feel his breaths on your lips.

“Goddamn,” he grumbled. “You smell so delicious.” He blew deliberate hot puffs of air onto you as his thumbs pulled you apart. You were trembling already. He started with a slow, gentle rhythm around your clit, tongue soft and pliable. You closed your eyes and whined at the sensation. As his pace began to build, you started to rock your hips against his tongue, hands on his hard abs for support.

He rolled your clit between his tongue and upper lip, then brought a thumb to your pussy’s entrance, dipping in only enough to gather some of your slippery arousal. He repeated the gesture a few times, then moved his tongue to penetrate you and started working your clit with his thumb. You moaned and laid forward, head on his lower abs. As he tongue-fucked you, you teased his cock with the tips of your fingers, causing him to jolt beneath you.

“Hah! Not yet!” he said with a shaky voice muffled by your pussy.

“Then can I watch you?” you asked. He pulled off and allowed you to turn around. Before you sat back down on his face, you kissed him, dying to taste yourself on his hot tongue. He groaned, then ran this thumb over the band on your thigh and gave it a tug.

You mounted his face, never breaking eye contact as you did so. His dark eyes were clouded with lust, just like yours. As his mouth reconnected with your clit, you grabbed his hair, hard. Raditz’s breathing grew labored as he lapped at your sweet pussy, loving the pain of you yanking his hair. His cock started to reawaken with each honeyed moan from your lips. Your tail softly brushed over his stomach while his arms guided your hips. You closed your eyes as you rode, orgasm building closer and closer to the soaring bliss.

“Ahh! So good!” you called out. “Please don’t stop!”

Raditz’s watched you as he shook his head back and forth, making your cunt pulse. Your nails gouged into his scalp.

“Oh fuck!” you squealed.

Fireworks exploded in your vision as the rush came. Raditz was captivated, staring at your quaking form above. The bliss radiated as he continued flicking at you with his tongue. You basked in the warm pleasure, sighing and catching your breath. You finally opened your eyes to find Raditz grinning underneath you.

“That was so good. God damn,” you praised as you sat back, softly stroking the hair you just had a death grip on.

There was darkness in his smile. “Think you can handle more?”

You brushed your thumb over his bottom lip, now cherry red from eating your pussy. He captured your thumb and sucked.

“Want it all.”

Raditz sat up and leaned against the trunk of the tree, pulling you along with him to straddle him. Hard once more, he aligned himself with your soaking wet entrance and teased with his cockhead.

You let the head slip into you, then lifted off, steadying yourself with hands on his shoulders.

“Me on top, again? You really are lazy,” you teased.

He snickered and sucked on your neck as you lowered yourself further down onto his dick. “I’ll put in some effort, don’t you worry.”

Raditz was thick, making you take your time despite your orgasm and overwhelming arousal.

“Shit, you’re huge,” you whined. He bit down on your shoulder as you dropped your weight over him, letting his cock fully seat inside your blissful walls. He groaned, head dizzy and abs already tight from cumming once already.

“Fuck!” he said through clenched teeth. “So tight for such a slut.”

You pinched both his nipples as you began to ride. Raditz gasped sharply, then grinned.

“I am not a slut,” you said. “You make me wanna act like one.”

“Is that right? And why is that, darling?” he purred, making good on his word as he met your thrusts with plenty of power.

“Mmh!” you cried after a particularly hard thrust. “Because I’ve always wanted a big boy like you.” Each stroke on his fat cock sent pleasure deep, satisfying your craving to be fucked.

“How about I make you feel small?” Raditz growled and rolled you onto your back. He crawled on top of you and wrapped your thighs tightly around his waist before reentering you with shocking force, making you gasp. Kissing at your chest and neck, he fucked you with thorough strokes.

“Ahh! Mm, you feel so good!” you wailed as one of his hands found your chest. He rolled your nipple through his finger and thumb, never missing a beat with his hips. His grunts and groans rumbled in his chest, animalistic and erotic. His hands wandered and gripped you all over, from your breasts to your ass and thighs. You tossed your head aside, letting him bite and suck your neck as he pounded you into the ground.

He unwrapped your legs from his waist and gripped your ankles, forcing you into a mating press. The angle change was perfect.

“Haaaahh!” you whimpered. “Yes, please don’t stop, Raditz!” His cock pulsed at the sound of his name falling from your lips in such a heated manner, so he did exactly as you requested. Cock drilling you and your nails digging into his strong arms, he fucked you until you saw stars.

“Couldn’t stop if I wanted to! Too tight!” Your tail found his and twisted together, an intimate sensation that only added to the immense pleasure.

“Cum inside, please,” you begged him, feeling the approach of your climax deep in your stomach. Despite his heavy breathing, Raditz insisted on kissing you. He grunted from his chest, grounding down through his knees to push every ounce of energy into fucking you. Bodies entwined, sharing breaths, he delivered another few powerful thrusts.

You crashed and pulsed with a cry, riding the high like an ocean wave, the breathtaking peak bright and blissful. Raditz did the same, his final pumps sending a spine-tingling shock through his entire body. His arms shook as he moaned at the pleasure, collapsing onto you in a heap of muscle and wild hair. He nestled into your bitten neck, leaving himself sheathed until the final surges of orgasm had dissipated.

He withdrew from you and rolled onto his back beneath the grand tree, the only witness to your deed. He pulled you into his side, still wanting to feel your warmth. You smiled and snuggled into him.

You caught your breaths together, listening to the gentle breeze rustling the leaves above and feeling the tingle of the sun on your exposed skin. After a long silence, Raditz chuckled.

“I don’t suppose many of your other training sessions go this way,” he said.

You smiled and looked up at his handsome features. “And what if they do? You jealous?”

He frowned and met your gaze. You reassured him by twisting your tail up with his again.

“The only thing I’m wearing right now is your leg band, big guy. I’m yours,” you said with a lingering kiss.

He hummed his satisfaction. “Good. I better not see anyone else’s marks on that gorgeous neck of yours.”

“I guess I should amend that statement,” you said with a laugh. “I’m yours, so long as you continue to fuck me like that.”

He chuckled and kissed you once more. “Deal.”

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[akaridream]

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Gogeta in DBS: Broly

[akaridream]

please my prince (vegeta x reader)

tags: vegeta x time patroller! reader, vegeta x saiyan! reader, mentor-mentee dynamic, afab reader

warnings: explicit content, MDNI; he’s kinda mean but not too bad, good girl, princess, bitch... but no spoilers for the fun stuff

Vegeta had loved the female Saiyan battle suits since the day he hit puberty. The briefs left little to the imagination, showing off many warriors’ favorite assets. Though the story was that they allowed the most freedom of movement, attracting the eye of a potential mate was never too far from a Saiyan’s mind. As you stood in front of Vegeta stretching during a lull in your training session together, he admired your cheeky attire. You had the firm glutes and quads of a powerful warrior, after all. Your efforts shouldn’t go unappreciated. And they certainly didn’t.

Though your training sessions were productive, they were always plagued with an air of tension. As noble a warrior as he was, Vegeta was not immune to the wiles of a female, especially one of his own Saiyan heritage. Something inside him stirred at the sight of your tail swishing, hypnotizing him and making him wish he still had a tail of his own to flirt back at you with. His mind-numbing attraction to you made training sessions an exercise in self-control. When was the last time he had even seen a female Saiyan, let alone one of your impressive power? What would happen if he overstepped the line and made a move on you?

Little did he know, you also struggled to maintain your composure around him. With his widow’s peak and chiseled body, he was a living picture of Saiyan perfection. His narrow waist and hips were well balanced by wide shoulders and a tower of wild hair. His silhouette made you claw half-moons into your palms at the sight. How could any man be so fucking hot?

It was quite the privilege to train with him, too. Only a handful of Time Patrollers had adequate power levels to satisfy the prince. You had the honor of becoming his first Saiyan trainee, garnering special treatment, but not with extra leeway or praise. Vegeta’s regimen bordered on cruel, only because he knew you could handle it. He saw the fire, the passion for battle that blazed in your rich black eyes. He felt the immense power behind your blows. He heard the rage of the oozaru in your battle cry.

“Saiyan men crave strong women,” he recalled telling Kakarot once, and there was no denying it. You were strong. And he craved you.

Many shameful nights, he had gone to the locker room showers at the Patroller Academy with a raging erection thanks to you. Too proud to relent, however, he opted for a cold shower rather than gratify himself. Tonight was shaping up to have the same outcome. The sun had set and the gymnasium at the academy had long since cleared out, leaving only you and your mentor to train on the wrestling mats. The air conditioner had kicked off after dark, leaving you to pine over a shirtless Vegeta with drops of sweat racing down his pecs. You breathed deeply into your stretch, closing your eyes and folding forward to touch your toes. Vegeta closed his eyes too, if only to keep them off your ass. He still had plenty of combinations left to drill into you, he couldn’t deal with a hard-on now. There would be no hiding it in his compression shorts.

“Come on, you’ve slacked off long enough,” he said, pinching the bridge of his nose. “I’m sick of you wasting my damn time. Run the last combo again.”

You continued to stretch, unperturbed. “I’m feeling tight and trying to avoid pulling a muscle,” you snarled. “Plus, I know you’re enjoying the view.”

Vegeta’s face caught on fire, making him turn his back to you. “Shut the hell up, woman! The only thing I’m enjoying is knocking some sense into that smart mouth of yours.”

The tip of your tail twitched and your heart began to race. If there was one thing a Saiyan loved as much as a physical fight, it was a good verbal spar.

“Yeah yeah, I might take you more seriously if you had landed a solid blow on me today. Pretty sure I’ve blocked just about everything you’ve thrown at me,” you said.

Vegeta scoffed and turned back to you. Annoyed, he kneed you in the butt, knocking you off balance. You squealed and rolled forward into a somersault.

“The fuck was that for?” you asked, peering up from the ground at a smug mentor.

“Didn’t block that one, did you?” Vegeta said, raising an eyebrow.

You rolled your eyes. “I could have swept you if I wanted. But I don’t want to continue to show up my own teacher. He’s got an ego the size of this planet, don’t want to bruise it.”

“Just get off your lazy ass and run the combo!” he roared as he stood over you. “Why the hell I tolerate you, I don’t even know.”

You smirked and got to your feet, wrapping your tail around your waist. “Like I said, you enjoy the view, Prince.”

Unamused, he came at you with a flurry of powerful blows before you were ready. You managed to dodge and block them, then came in with the combination you had been practicing. He blocked then countered with a swift palm strike, sending you flying. You landed on your feet, then launched back at your mentor, throwing in a wicked elbow straight for his head. With almost no effort, Vegeta slipped past you and kicked with a grunt. You barely leaned back in time, watching his muscled calf fly straight past your nose. Before you could recover, he grabbed a fistful of your black hair and smashed your face into the mat, knee on your spine for good measure. You groaned and tried to get up to no avail.

“Pathetic,” Vegeta growled. “Bragging about your blocking ability but you didn’t see that coming.”

“Because that was a dirty move, Jeet.”

He scoffed and pressed his knee harder into your back. “Do you think Frieza fights clean? Or how about Janemba? Or maybe you think Broly will fight honorably?”

You continued to struggle between his weight and the floor but he kept you pinned. You looked up at him over your shoulder as he leaned down to your ear.

“You’re weak. Just admit you can’t handle my training and give up.”

“Fuck you,” you grumbled.

“Huh? Couldn’t quite hear that, sweetheart. You want me to go easy on you because you’re no stronger than an infant earthling?”

Your nostrils flared and you clawed into the mat. Rage bloomed from deep within you and your hair began to glow blonde.

“I said fuck you Vegeta!” you roared as you threw him off and across the mat. A glint of pride flickered across Vegeta’s face as he stood and barreled towards you with another attack.

You traded blow after blow, matching his power and speed. You gritted your teeth as you sparred and he continued to block your every move.

“That’s it! Push it harder! This is your life you’re fighting for! I’ll send you through the roof if you hold back on me!” Vegeta yelled in your face. He watched as your eyes glowed with intensity in Super Saiyan form, hitting your stride as you fought.

You grunted with each strike, crying out in annoyance as he easily deflected you, then gave you a shove just to show how much of a gap there still was between your power levels. Teeming with frustration, you balled your fists and breathed deep, building your energy.

“I’m not holding back!” you barked with a fully charged punch. You caught your mentor on the cheek, but just barely, causing him to stumble for a moment. You lunged in with a swift knee to his solar plexus, driving him straight back and onto the ground. One knee on his chest and the other by his hip, you pinned him to the mat, crossing a forearm over his neck and holding one of his thick biceps down. His eyes narrowed as you panted over him like a raging bull, a smirk tugging at the corner of your mouth.

“That punch was not part of the combo,” he snarled.

“Oh, I’m sorry, Princess. Did you think I was gonna fight clean?”

“Tch, you damn brat!”

Vegeta’s eyes flashed blue, his hair flaring to a brilliant gold as he quickly reversed your positions, rolling you onto your back. He grabbed your wrists and pinned them next to your head while he straddled one of your legs. His face was dangerously close to yours before you knew what happened.

Your breaths mingled in the thin air between you. Hearts beating wildly, you watched the inky black return to his irises as yours did the same. You unwrapped your tail from your waist and allowed it to brush against Vegeta’s leg. The golden glow faded from you both and you realized just what you were feeling against your thigh.

“V… Vegeta, are you…” you panted.

The look in his eye grew dark as his gaze darted to your lips. Bristling with a different energy, you extended your neck to meet him with a searing hot kiss.

His grip on your wrists grew tight as he mashed his lips back against yours. He allowed his weight to press into you as you kissed, his tongue beginning to explore.

“The hell was that for?” he breathed against your mouth. Your tongue met his and teased him, drawing him into you.

“You were practically begging for it.” He let go of your wrists to tangle one hand in your hair, giving him leverage to attack your mouth just how he wanted. His tongue was hot yet soft, enticing you to chase and play along. Your hands couldn’t stay off his body. You traced down his sides, feeling the dips between his sculpted muscles. You made your way to his hips, then his taut buttocks, gripping and urging him to drag his hardened cock against your leg. Vegeta chuckled.

“A prince begs for nothing, you damn minx,” he growled.

You moaned as his tongue swirled against yours. “Tell me you’ll fuck me, Vegeta.”

He kissed his way to your neck, sucking and nibbling your tender flesh. “Hmph, now who’s begging?”

You whined as his free hand started to explore over your breastplate. “I… I’m not begging.”

“Really?” He chuckled darkly. “Then what do you call those noises, hm?”

You started to move your hips, searching for friction against your throbbing clit. “I’m not some submissive little girl,” you said.

Vegeta stilled your hip and sucked a mark onto your collar bone. “No, you’re just a Saiyan bitch in heat who wants the prince to satisfy her.”

You roughly grabbed a handful of his hair and yanked him back to your mouth. “I’m not that desperate, especially not for you.”

He denied your kiss and held your gaze. “Your actions speak louder than your words, woman,” he said, ghosting a finger over your slit. Your throat tightened as he pressed against your throbbing clit, trying not to let him know just how needy you really were. But as he locked his eyes with yours, you couldn’t ignore the intense, pulsing desire you felt for him, allowing a moan to fall from your lips.

“Fuck, so what if I am?” you whined. “What if I do want you that bad?”

He smirked. “You gave in to me so easily. Why the hell should I reward you?”

“Because you want me, too.”

He snickered and graced you with a rough kiss.

“You think you’re that special, huh?” he said.

You gave his lower lip a gentle bite, eliciting a low groan and hard drag of his cock against your leg.

“Not really. But I think I know a horny man when I see one.”

Vegeta smirked and repositioned himself between your legs, humping against your clothed core agonizingly slowly. A hot breath escaped you and your nails dug into his hips.

“Mm, Vegeta,” you moaned.

“You’re going to take me like a good girl, you got it?” he asked, creating a blissful rhythm against you. You nodded. “And you’re going to let your prince use you just how he wants, right?”

You nodded again. “Yes. You can have me Prince Vegeta.” Pleasure was building quickly as he dry humped you. Your whines echoed through the empty gym, reminding you that anyone could walk in at any moment.

Another desperate kiss betrayed the prince’s feelings: he needed you, too. He stripped off your armor, leaving you in a strappy sports bra and your briefs. He rolled you onto your stomach and ran his hands up the backs of your thighs.

“If it wasn’t for this perfect ass of yours, we wouldn’t be in this situation,” he said, thumbs brushing against the bottom of your buttocks. He gave a light smack, making you bite your lip and wiggle your hips.

“I knew you loved it,” you teased. He gave a harder smack as your tail began to flit excitedly.

He removed your briefs slowly, revealed your muscular ass in all its glory. “The fact that it belongs to the hottest Saiyan woman I’ve ever seen doesn’t hurt either.”

You grinned as he tossed your briefs aside, his eyes devouring your drooling slit. Your tail swished with an enticing rhythm. Vegeta couldn’t keep his hands off you and he ran his calloused palms over the developing spank mark before gliding a fingertip over your most sensitive parts.

“Need it, my prince,” you sighed.

His cock ached. “You’ll get it when I decide you’re ready.”

He plunged a finger deep into your velvetty walls, but it only served to make you want more. You craved the deep stretch his cock would provide. Vegeta twisted his wrist as he withdrew his finger, then penetrated back into you with force. The slick, shiny arousal coated his finger and began to drip down his knuckle as it rammed against you. Your tail wrapped tightly around his wrist, urging him to continue.

He positioned you with one leg bent up and your ass arched high into the air, a gorgeous angle to see your aching pussy. Impatient and painfully hard, Vegeta added a second finger, scissoring the pair apart as he pulled out from you. The pressure against your insides caused you to cry out and press your forehead hard into the mat. You balled your fists and moaned his name as he gradually stretched you further.

“Please, need your cock,” you breathed between moans. Vegeta gave a dark chuckle and began removing his shorts. You watched him over your shoulder, his cock heavy and thick as it sprang free. You salivated at the sight.

“Can I have you in my mouth?” you asked, starting to sit up.

He grabbed the back of your neck and returned your face to the mat. “No. I want you like this. Now get your ass up nice and high for me.”

You obeyed, arching your back to display your cunt for the prince. He kept his hand on your neck as he caressed your backside, then allowed his cock to rest against you.

“Good girl. Now take me. Take me like the bitch you are.”

He teased your entrance with his cockhead, dragging it to brush against your clit then back to your awaiting slit. On his knees over you, he firmly started pressing the head into you, watching it disappear, then reappear with your arousal covering it. He moaned your name in praise as he pushed himself in further.

“That’s it, take my cock,” he panted. Your back muscles clenched as he sheathed himself.

“Fuuuuck, you feel so good!” you cried. “Fuck me Prince, please.”

Vegeta’s hips rocked into yours as he bottomed out, giving you the delicious stretch you craved. Your tail instinctively wrapped around one of his thighs as he withdrew. Your eyes squeezed shut in pleasure as the prince worked up to a rough rhythm, pounding you into the mat.

“Ahh! Fuck yes, fuck yes Vegeta,” you moaned as your hands clawed the mat for purchase. You dug your elbows in and threw your hips back against him as he fucked you, flesh smacking flesh in a sinful sound that echoed off the concrete walls.

“Your cunt is perfect,” he grunted. “Fucking perfect.” He watched each thrust ripple through your ass, driving his quickly approaching orgasm. Laying over you, he kissed, sucked and bit at your shoulders as he fucked you. His cock drove deep and hard making you whine in delight.

“Keep making those sounds for me, princess,” he commanded in your ear. “Knew you’d be a good girl, knew you’d beg for your prince.”

“Mm, anything for you Vegeta. Wanted you to fill me up for so long!”

His speed and power increased as he neared his climax. His breaths were short, exasperated gasps of pleasure accentuated by groans and moans from deep in his throat.

“You want me to cum in your tight little cunt? That what you want?” he asked, biting at your ear. You couldn’t even form words and only nodded and moaned.

He grunted with a fiery passion as he pounded you with bruising force. He held your hip firmly in place, fucking you like he’d never get another chance. His sounds became more broken, more honeyed until he finally snapped his pelvis against your plush ass with a guttural moan.

“Gahh, ahh ah ahh!” Vegeta cried out, nearly knocking the breath out of you as he came with powerful final thrusts. You whimpered beneath him, squeezing his pulsing cock with your walls. He panted desperately as he came down from his high, collapsing fully onto you while staying sheathed in your heat. As your tail loosened its grip on his thigh, he reached down to twirl it between his fingers. The intimate gesture filled your stomach with warmth as he laid his weight into you. Once the prince caught his breath, he brushed your wild hair away and nuzzled into the back of your neck. 

“Fucking perfect, perfect little cunt. But now that I’ve gotten my way,” his voice rasped. “It’s your turn, my princess.” Your heart jolted at his suggestion.

“Not tapping out?” you chuckled as he played with your tail.

He scoffed. “Just because I come first doesn’t mean you don’t come at all. Need to feel you shaking in my arms.”

Vegeta finally pulled out from your pussy, causing his cum to spill out and onto the mat, leaving you empty, but not yet spent. You rolled onto your back and sat up, finally stripping off your bra. The prince’s eyes grew hungry at the sight of your breasts. Vegeta returned his lips to yours in a slow, sensual kiss, surprising you after how forcefully he had fucked you. His hands roamed all over your neck, into your hair, over your nipples as he lapped at your tongue. You wrapped your arms around his muscled shoulders, pressing chest to chest as you made out, steamy breaths in between kisses.

Vegeta sat back on the mat with his legs wide and invited you to sit between them, back against his firm pectorals and abs. He brushed your hair away and bit your ear before breathing sweet nothings into it.

“You’re beautiful,” he whispered. “So incredibly sexy, it’s been driving me mad.” You sighed as his hands caressed your skin, kneading your thigh and breast as he kissed your neck. “Took you damn long enough to make your move, you know,” he said.

You laughed and melted into his touch like a wilting flower. “Oh, you know Saiyan women. We like to tease. But I just couldn’t keep my hands off you any longer.”

Vegeta licked and sucked your skin, his head dizzy at the soft mewls you let out. His fingers began to tease your sensitive entrance, still slick with his cum. He traced around the perimeter, then upward over your clit. You shuddered and moaned.

“That’s it, princess. Let me make you tremble,” he growled.

He pinched and pulled at your nipple with one hand and worked your pussy with the other, dipping his fingers deep inside and using the heel of his palm to rub your clit. You writhed against his chest and clawed into his thigh while he twirled your tail around his hand. He gave it a light squeeze, sending a pulse of pleasure up through your spine.

“Mnnh, Vegeta, you’re so fucking good,” you breathed as he finger-fucked you. You matched his rhythm with your hips as the intensity began building. You turned your head to the side and kissed him feverishly, moaning into his mouth. The taste of his tongue was addicting. 

His fingers slid into you with the most perfect friction, hitting your sweet spot thrust after thrust. Vegeta wrapped an arm around your waist, as if any space between your bodies was too much. He pressed his head against yours as you chased and humped his hand. You clutched his bulging forearm, guiding him to touch you just right.

Feeling the steady approach of white-hot bliss, you squealed. “Mm! Gonna cum!” 

“Do it. Cum for me. Cum for your prince.”

You called his name, clinging to him tightly as the rush came. “Haaahhh, fuck Vegeta!” you cried out. Your back arched like a cracking whip and shock waves of sweet euphoria crashed over you. Your body quaked just like he wanted, making him chuckle in pride.

“That’s it,” he cooed in your ear as he stroked your tail and nuzzled against you. You clenched his fingers within you as he pressed his palm into your clit, coaxing out more shuddering pleasure. “That’s my princess.”

“Goddamn, that was so good,” you praised, collapsing into him completely as the aftershocks pulsed through you.

He kissed your shoulder, licking the salt of your sweat. “You’re too fucking loud, you brat. You want the whole city to know what we’re up to?”

You laughed and shoved Vegeta to the ground so you could lay on top of him. “I don’t give a shit. They deserve to know who made me cum so hard.”

He smirked and held you against his sweaty chest. “Damn right.”

“And you weren’t exactly quiet either, Prince of all Saiyans,” you teased, feeling his cock had hardened again. You reached down to stroke it, but he caught your wrist and brought it to his lips.

“I have self-control when I need to.” He closed his eyes and kissed your wrist and fingers. “We should hit the showers for the night.”

You hummed and nodded in agreement. “Yeah, you made quite a mess of me. Thought you might be interested in another round, but if you don’t have the stamina-”

His eyes shot open and he squeezed your hand. “I didn’t say we should hit the showers separately, did I?”

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[akaridream]

after dark pt. 7: ride (hawks x reader)

tags: hawks x reader

cw: minors DNI: explicit sexual material, cursing, mentions of virginity and loss, afab reader... but no spoilers for the fun stuff ;)

taglist: @inkthgoat​ @pnsduck @animedreamworlds​ @melxdig​ @mizvaun @mysideeffectsofyou​ @thecityofspareparts @soleilandpeaches​ @theycallme-becky​​ @escapingjune @erissco​​ @chrisrue15​​ @i-simp-to-much​ note: the first smut i have ever written/posted, so be gentle <3 also, if smut ain’t your thing, feel free to move on to the next chapter; there won’t be anything plot-related that you will miss​

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You scurried across the empty marble lobby of Hawks’ apartment building, fingers entwined as he led you to the penthouse elevator. The moment the doors slid closed, the two of you snapped back together like magnets. You pushed him against the back wall and kissed him with renewed fervor, fire burning from the tips of your toes to your fingers tangling in his hair. His arms wrapped around your waist, one traveling up to the spot between your wings. You sighed into his mouth, desire building. His breath stuttered as you gently bit his lip. Unable to contain your excitement as the elevator ascended with periodic beeps, you hooked a finger around his belt loop and pressed his hips into yours.

“You have no idea what you’re doing to me, angel,” he breathed into your kiss. He swiftly switched your positions, pressing your wings flat against the wall. He kissed a trail from your mouth to your neck, making your head loll back with pleasure. You hummed as you toyed with the waist of his pants.

“Fuck, Hawks,” you groaned as he sucked on your pulse point. He froze.

“You okay?” you asked, tilting his chin up so you could see his blow out pupils.

He nodded, then kissed your pouty lips again. “It’s nothing…” His tongue swiped along your lip, eliciting a moan. Tongues swirling through an erotic dance together, you hardly noticed the elevator door slide open at Hawks’ apartment.

Growing more bold, he lifted you and wrapped your thighs around his waist, barely breaking away from your mouth to navigate his home. He carried you to sit on the kitchen island just next to the entryway. The cold marble counter top was a stark relief to the intense heat of your make out session. You stripped off your jacket while Hawks did the same. He pulled off your boots and kicked off his own shoes while fervently kissing your neck again. Hands on your delicate waist, he sucked the skin of your collarbone. You whined and placed your hand on top of one of his, guiding it over the swell of your breast. He let out a ragged breath.

“You’re sure about all this?” he asked, gently massaging you.

“Yes. I want you. I want you so bad,” you breathed. You needed to touch him, every part of him. You snaked your hands up the bottom of his shirt, raking over the contours of his abs. Your arousal was building steadily, but it wasn’t enough. You forced his shirt up higher, finally getting to see the tight muscles of his core. Fuck yes.

He pulled you to the edge of the counter and aligned his hips between your thighs. Your mouths crashed back together, a mess of tongue and hot breaths. Every kiss, every touch, every inch of skin exposed was perfect. He was perfect.

But more…

“I need you,” you whined between kisses. 

He let out a breathy chuckle as you pressed yourself against him. “You have me, angel. I’m yours.”

You grabbed for his belt and tried to undo it as your lips reconnected. You let out a huff of frustration, fumbling with it thanks to your trembling hands. You opted to slide your hand outside the front of his pants for the time being. When you grazed across the print of his hardened cock, the shattered breath Hawks let out sent shocks of pleasure straight through you.

“Fuck,” he said quietly. He undid his belt for you and whipped off his shirt for good measure. You did the same. His body was godly, carved with taut muscles and contours in all the right places. Even a smattering of battle scars could not mar his beauty. His eyes raked over you hungrily as well.

“You are fucking perfect, you know that?” he said as he gingerly caressed your breasts, covered by black satin.

You closed your eyes and let out a pleased sigh as he placed open-mouthed kisses over the tops of your breasts. You reached for his covered cock and bit your lip at the prospect of seeing it. The thought had your pussy drenched.

“Can we go to your bedroom?” you asked as Hawks slid a bra strap off your shoulder. He placed more fiery kisses there and groaned at your request.

“Anything for you. But don’t judge me for not making my bed.” You laughed into his kiss.

He slid your ass from the counter and carried you to his bedroom. You hardly got a chance to look around his sleek apartment, but you didn’t care. You concerned yourself with nibbling and sucking his neck as you headed to his room.

Once there, he carefully laid you onto his king-size bed. He stood back and slid the belt from his pants, then unbuttoned and unzipped them. You propped up on your elbows and bit your lip, eyes devouring every inch of him. You unzipped your tight jeans and began wiggling your hips out of them, but Hawks leaned down to pull them off for you. He took a moment to admire the lacy black boyshorts underneath and ran his thumb along the waist.

“Love these,” he said. Your mouth was growing lonely, so you grabbed his hand and brought one of his fingers to your lips. You closed your eyes and slid his digit over your tongue, then closed your lips around it. Hawks watched you suck his finger, growing impossibly harder as a moan vibrated in your throat. You released his finger and met his eyes with a lustful look. Slick with your saliva, he dipped his finger into your bra and around your pearled nipple.

“Mmm, Hawks,” you moaned.

Again, he froze and furrowed his brow. Briefly startled out of your haze, you searched his face.

“What’s wrong?” you asked.

He sighed and kissed you deeply. “I wanna ask you something.”

“Of course,” you said, pulling back to meet his gaze.

“Would you… Can you call me Keigo?”

You blinked as he rested his forehead against yours. “Keigo?” you repeated.

“Yeah. It’s my real name.”

You hadn’t even considered that Hawks may not be his given name. Even in the darkness, his eyes shone with a deep vulnerability. You held his face with both hands and returned his kiss.

“Mm, Keigo… I can’t wait to fuck you.”

He visibly melted at his name falling from your luscious lips. But he furrowed his brows once more.

“Doll, you have no idea how much I want that. But I don’t have any-”

“Pill,” you said.

“What?”

“I take a birth control pill.”

“You swear?”

You giggled. “Swear.”

With that, his modicum of control snapped. Hands wandering all over your body, lips lighting a trail of fire and saliva from jaw to neck to chest, he kissed as much skin as he could. Your pleasured sighs spurred him on. You ran your hand experimentally up his back, between his wings and lightly clasped onto the top of one.

“Hahh…” Hawks moaned. It was the most erotic sound you’d ever heard. “Fuck, I told you they were sensitive.” Your pussy was already throbbing with need and he hadn’t even touched it yet. But you could wait for your own pleasure. You had to hear more of his voice dripping with the sounds of sex.

“I want you in my mouth,” you said as he dragged his teeth across your neck, leaving goosebumps behind. He groaned and you gripped his wing harder.

“Ha- What about you though?”

“Oh, I’ll let you take care of me, too,” you cooed.

He chuckled. “Then go for it, angel.”

He lifted himself to the edge of the bed, finally dragging his jeans down and off. You rubbed your thighs together at the sight of the tent in his dark red boxers. You flipped over to your stomach, face to face with his groin. You looked up into his glazed golden eyes as you palmed him. Hair mussed, pupils wide with arousal, cheeks flushed, Hawks was quite a sight. But so were you. You crossed your ankles, drawing Hawks’ attention away from your beautiful face to scour your perfect ass, boyshort panties showing plenty of cheek. And then there were your wings, relaxed and spread to your sides like a lazy angel. He knew the word suited you.

You gleefully pulled down the waistband of his boxers, revealing a small trail of blond. You salivated as you pulled them further, slowly revealing his thick shaft that just kept going. Finally, his cock sprang free, with a delicious upward curve and cute freckle near the base. A pearl of precum graced its fat tip. Your jaw went slack.

“God, you’re fucking perfect,” you said as you wrapped your hand around his dick, loving the weight of it and giving a light squeeze. He grunted sinfully.

“I was just thinking the same about you.”

The fact that you had never seen a dick in real life did not faze you at this point. You were led only by adrenaline and instincts. You didn’t bother worrying that you had no idea what you were doing. All you wanted was to hear Hawks moan and to see him tremble.

You slowly rolled your tongue over the tip of his cock as you grazed your hand over the rest of him. Your free hand smoothed over his abdomen as you licked him, forming your lips around his cock and sucking softly. His head rolled to one side and he watched you through hooded eyes. You rejoiced that Hawks was not shy, filling your ears with groans, moans, and sighs as you taught yourself how to pleasure him.

You began taking more and more of him in your mouth, allowing your spit to cover his shaft. Your hand worked over the parts your mouth couldn’t reach.

“Ahh, fuck, that feels amazing,” he moaned.

With every sound he made came another surge of arousal between your legs. You hummed around his cock and opened your throat, trying to suppress your gag reflex as you took as much of him as you could. You pulled away for a breath and stroked him, twisting your wrist around his head. Another moan, louder and more unabashed. Encouraged, you took more of him but nearly choked.

“Sorry,” you whispered, taking a moment to breathe.

“Don’t apologize. You feel so good.”

His hand came to rest at your cheek as you looked up at him. His eyes begged you to keep going. Carefully, you slid his cock towards your throat until your nose brushed the blond hair at the base of his shaft. Creating a steady rhythm, you sucked and stroked him, spit dripping off your chin. He threaded his fingers in your hair, easily guiding you up and down but never forcing. He tenderly brushed a stray hair away as you closed your eyes, focusing on his responses. Soon, he was panting, mouth hanging open and goading you on with his moans.

“Hah, oh fuck! Gah, I’m so close,” he cried out.

You moaned too, whining around his cock as it passed over your tongue. With three more breathy groans, Hawks’ hips quivered and his grip in your hair tightened.

“Ahh hahh…” he whimpered. A bitter, salty taste burst in your mouth and you swallowed instinctively, slowing your movements as he trembled. A bead of sweat rolled down his temple and his chest rose and fell in a beautiful rhythm. You pulled your mouth off and stroked him as aftershocks pulsed through him, small spurts of cum drooling out of his slit. You gave him little kitten licks as they appeared.

He gave a breathless chuckle, continuing to stroke your hair and cheek. “Holy shit. That was… Fucking incredible. Even better than I imagined.”

“You thought about me sucking your cock?” you teased.

He laughed. “A lot more than that.”

You smiled with pride at his fucked out expression and breathing. Hearing him cum was more beautiful than any symphony. But still, you weren’t done. You wouldn’t be satisfied until you had his cum dripping out of your pussy.

Hawks took your chin in his hand, lowered his face to yours and kissed you deeply.

“Now its my turn,” he purred.

In a swift motion, Hawks rolled you onto your back and circled to the other side of the king-size bed like a predator. He grabbed your thighs and pulled you towards him, making you squeal in delight. His gaze was playful, yet intense. He lowered himself over you and slid a hand under your back, trying to unclasp your bra. You giggled as he struggled, opting to sit up and do it for him. Once your breasts were bare for him, he dove into them, tongue swirling slowly around one nipple while lightly brushing over the other. You arched your back into his touch.

“Mm, Keigo,” you sighed as he sucked your tit.

“Yeah, you like that baby?”

“So good.”

A pinch made you gasp. One hand ventured to your hip, thumb dipping into the side of your panties. He gradually stroked your skin, inching his way towards your desperately aching pussy. You strangled a moan as he finally dragged a nail over your clothed slit, vibrating the fabric to tease you. Hawks began kissing lower towards your belly button, never stopping anywhere for long. He was too eager to taste you.

He lifted your hips and slid your panties off, a string of slick arousal sticking to them as he dragged the lace over your soft skin. With how unbelievably wet you were, you hoped the loss of your virginity wouldn’t be too painful. He gave you too little time to think about it.

A breath ghosted over your mound and Hawks’ fingers traced the outline of where your panties had been, over your hip creases, along your thigh, barely missing your labia.

“Please,” you begged. “Touch me.”

He needed no further encouragement. His fingers explored your lips with a gentle touch, experimenting by pulling them apart and brushing up and down. A thumb gently pulled back your clitoral hood as another finger slowly pushed between your lips. You sighed, loving how he teased you.

“Just so you know,” Hawks said, voice trembling. “I’ve never done anything like this before.”

You smiled, giddy. “I seemed to do alright for my first time, didn’t I?”

His eyes grew wide. “Wait. You haven’t done… Any of this either?”

You shook your head. “Never anything but making out.”

Hawks laughed and laid his face against your inner thigh. “Shit, me neither. What the hell are we doing?”

“Following our instincts.”

His grin sent electricity through your stomach. The anticipation was like static in the air as Hawks’ finger between your folds began to move. He gently probed and pressed, learning what felt good for you. His thumb began to pulse a delicious rhythm above your clit, jacking you off without directly touching it.

“Mmm, see? You’re a natural,” you said with a pleased sigh.

Encouraged by you, he pressed his finger further into you, finally starting to fill you up. He slowly pulled it out again, making you clench his bed sheets in your fists.

“Oh fuck…”

“Yeah? That feel good baby girl?” he asked. Whether sweet talk or erotic moans, his voice had your pussy clenching desperately. He swirled his finger around inside you, dragged it out slowly, then pressed back in. Even with a single digit, Hawks could feel your tight walls squeezing him. He repeated his rhythmic movements, watching your face contort in pleasure. A little faster, a little harder, and you were moaning a little louder.

“Ah, yeah,” you sighed. “Fuck me.”

“You ready for another one?”

You nodded. “Please.”

Hawks removed his finger from your pussy and replaced it with another, gathering your natural lubricant. He pushed into your tight walls and twisted his wrist, making you whine. New finger snugly in your tight pussy, he gently, slowly worked in the other to stretch you.

“Ahh shit, that feels good,” you cried. He started building a rhythm in and out, matching the pulses of his thumb above your clit. You couldn’t believe how much better Hawks felt than your massaging shower head or your own practiced hands. Pleased, he gave an experimental lick to your clit, eliciting his favorite moan yet. His mind went blank, moving only on primal instincts. He circled around your clit with his soft tongue and started to curl his fingers into you.

“So tight, angel,” he said, muffled by your pussy. Clenching his hair in your fist, you guided him gently as he lapped at you. Your mind flashed back to your dream, paling in comparison to the real thing. You moaned and arched against the bed.

“Ha- fucking god, Keigo! You’re such a liar for saying you hadn’t done this before!” you cried out, head turning to the side. The smell of his bed sheets, his skin, made your brain go fuzzy. Every sense was overpowered by him.

His smiling eyes pierced from between your legs. You squealed as he sucked on your throbbing clit, a chuckle rumbling his throat. “Could say the same about you,” he panted. “You wanna cum for me princess?”

All you could do was cry out at the question as Hawks’ knuckles started to crash against you.

“Hng, but I wanna cum around your fat cock,” you said, dragging your nails over his scalp.

“I’ll let you do that, too.”

Determined to see you a quaking mess before him, Hawks’ worked your pussy like a pro. You threw your head back against the bed, back arching, hands clenching. Everything he did sent shock waves through you, building up and up, higher and higher. You squeezed your eyes shut, moaning without restraint.

“Oh fuck! Unh, Hawks, Keigo, please don’t stop! Fuck! You’re gonna make me-” Each pulse sent you closer to the peak, until you finally crested the hill and white-hot bliss burst through you with a loud cry. You rode out each and every delicious spasm until you collapsed, arm draped over your eyes. Hawks withdrew his fingers and circled slowly around your clit.

“You squeezed my fingers so tight, baby.”

You smiled, hazy and light-headed in the orgasm glow. Hawks licked your essence from his fingers and rubbed your thigh.

“I have never cum so hard in my life,” you said between breaths. But a twinge within you said it still wasn’t enough. You sat up to your elbows and looked at Hawks, cheek resting on your leg, eyes following yours. “Think I’m ready to fuck you now.”

His eyes grew dark and he crawled over you. You met him with a deep kiss, tasting the acidic flavor of you on his tongue. It made you feral with desire all over again.

“You really want to?” he whispered. “I don’t want you to feel pressured. Like I said, I’ve never done this, so-”

“Yes I want to. But I don’t want to pressure you-”

He pulled back for a moment to admire your beauty in the dim light of his bedroom. Your cheeks dusted with the perfect flush, your lips soft and shiny red from sucking him.

“I don’t feel pressured. All I want is you, angel.” He kissed you deeply, wrapping his arms and wings around you like he was claiming you. “So how do you want me?” he asked, voice a sensual rumble.

“Wanna ride you,” you said, pulling him down onto the bed. He obliged and rolled to his back, wings spread and filling the bed with crimson. His perfect cock laid against his abdomen, hard and aching for you again. You climbed over him lowered yourself, letting your wet lips run along the underside of his dick.

“Wow, look at you,” you said, pussy dripping over him. “I thought guys couldn’t get hard for a certain time after they came.”

“This time of year? I could go for days, baby girl. Glad we found each other,” he breathed, eyes glowing with affection.

Your heart fluttered and you cradled his cheek in your hand. Hawks took your wrist and kissed it before pulling you over him to kiss you properly. As you grinded against him, another pleasurable peak started to form deep in your gut.

“I’m ready,” you whispered against his careful lips. He gave you a final peck before relaxing beneath you and letting you lean back.

Heart drumming hard in your chest, you carefully guided his cockhead to your soaking entrance and pressed your weight into him. A burning stretch made you bite your lip, but you kept going, just a bit further.

“Mmn! Shit, you’re big, Keigo,” you whined, clawing into his chest with one hand. He rubbed comforting circles into your thighs.

“Just go as slow as you need, baby. You’re doing amazing.” Hawks jaw went slack as he watched you wince and struggle to sheath him. Every centimeter of cock buried in you was absolute bliss. Impossibly tight and hot, your pussy made his hand seem laughably dull.

You lifted away slightly, only to work more of his cock inside. Just beyond the sting was the sensation you had been craving, and you weren’t about to give up. With a final bite down on your lip, you pressed your hips over his, finally sheathing him entirely.

“Haaahhh, fuuuck,” you moaned with a relieved exhale.

He gripped your hips as he pressed his head back into the pillow. “Hooooh shit,” he whined, body rigid for a moment. “Almost came, sorry.”

“Hah, it’s just that good, huh?” you teased.

“Yeah, you’re perfect.”

You grinned and started to work your hips against his, grinding your sensitive bud into him. His hands caressed over your stomach and breasts. He pinched your nipple between two fingers, barely able to keep his eyes open from the pleasure of being inside you. You lifted your pelvis to allow his cock to almost slide out, then forced it back into your soft walls.

“Ah! How fast do you wanna make this? Because I’m afraid this is gonna go quick,” Hawks whimpered out between breathy moans.

“I’ll take whatever you’ll give me, baby.”

Finding a rhythm was challenging at first for two virgins. Hawks thrust up into you awkwardly as you tried to ride him, throwing off your balance and jolting you forward.

“I have no idea what I’m doing,” he managed through a laugh. You laughed too and laid your weight on him, wrapping your arms around his shoulders, snuggling into his neck. He embraced you against him, nails lightly scratching between your wings.

“Me neither! Just trying to do what feels good,” you said, tongue tasting the salt of sweat on his neck. You stilled your hips and let him work into you.

“Trust me, everything feels good.”

Eventually your rhythm started to line up. Moving with more confidence, you leaned back and placed your palms on his chest as you fucked him. Breasts pressed together and bouncing with each thrust, tempo just right, and your wings spread, Hawks stared up in wide-eyed reverence.

You were holy. Your name left his lips like a prayer. How could you look so angelic yet sound so sinful?

“Ah, fucking god!” he cried out as you snapped your hips down on his. He knew he couldn’t last much longer, but there were so many other positions he wanted to try. He only prayed that there would be a next time.

“Yeah, that good? Want me to keep fucking you like this?” you purred.

“Yeah angel, just like that!”

You could tell he was getting close to the edge by his throaty groans and the way he tossed his head back on the pillow. Your sole focus was him inside of you, the pounding of his cock scratching the itch you’d never been able to satisfy.

“Want your angel to make you cum?”

“Unh, yes yes yes yes yes,” he chanted, squeezing his eyes shut and slamming your hips against his. “Haahh! Gonna cum!”

His grip blanched the skin of your hips as he cried out your name. His rhythm faltered as his body pulsed, quaking with the orgasm you sent ripping through him. You were full, stretched, pained, yet deeply satisfied. Suddenly he felt closer than anyone you’d ever known. You saw every freckle on his skin, every soft strand of hair, every golden spark in his eyes. Nothing else existed but Hawks. Keigo. He was everything.

From deep inside you, pleasure shot up and immediately over the crest, sending you reeling into an orgasm you never saw coming.

“Fuck!” you squealed. Your walls clenched with each wave of pleasure and you rubbed your throbbing clit against him, drawing it out for as long as you could.

“Holy shit, did you just cum?” he asked, dazed. You nodded and giggled as your chest heaved. “That was so hot,” he breathed.

You collapsed forward onto him, laughing through the heady haze. “I didn’t even realize I was close until you were cumming and it was the sexiest thing ever and then I just… Came.”

You giggled together, wrapping arms and wings around each other. He stroked your temple, hip, back, everywhere. He wanted to feel every inch of your skin. You finally relaxed into him, the maddening drive of your hormones starting to subside. Together you laid, limbs tangled, sweat mingling, scents entwined.

“You okay?” he whispered, kissing the top of your head.

“I’m great, what about you? Do you want me to get off?” you asked.

“You can stay there as long as you want. I don’t wanna leave you yet.”

You rested your head against his chest, listening to his heartbeat. You were both soaked in sweat, basking in the post-orgasm bliss. You felt him going soft inside you and his cum start to drip out.

“I hope you have spare sheets because… Well…”

You both laughed and he kissed you.

“Honestly that was the last thing on my mind,” he said. “Couldn’t think about anything but you.”

You gazed into his wide amber eyes, your heart swelling. Something about him looked different, like you could see him in greater detail than you had before.

“That was pretty amazing huh?” you asked, the stretch of straddling him starting to ache. “I can’t believe we came together as two virgins,” you mused breathlessly.

“Right? Hell of a first date.”

Only then, lost in the beauty of his flushed face and messy hair, did the utter insanity of what you had done strike you. You had gone from first date to first fuck in only a matter of hours. Finally free of the cloud of hormones directing your actions, clarity rushed to you at all once.

The hero who moves too fast… What the fuck have I just done?

pt. 8 coming soon ;)

[akaridream]

after dark pt. 6: date (hawks x reader)

tags: hawks x reader

cw: minors DNI: explicit sexual material, cursing, afab reader

taglist: @inkthgoat​ @pnsduck @animedreamworlds​ @melxdig​ @mizvaun @mysideeffectsofyou​ @thecityofspareparts @soleilandpeaches​ @theycallme-becky​​ @escapingjune @erissco​​ @chrisrue15​​ @i-simp-to-much​

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Sleep was fitful at best. Your mattress was too hot, too lumpy, too lonely to give you rest. Thoughts were cyclic, obsessive like you were reading the same page of a book over and over again.

Have they been following him? Have they seen him come and go from my office? If he knows my address, surely they could find it too. But there are other businesses in that suite. Maybe they don’t know it’s me. But if they saw a private investigator in the list of businesses they would probably realize… But he said he would protect me. He promised. And I trust him. But still…

You stroked one of your shed feathers, imagining it was Hawks’. You drew it gently across your cheek, down your nose, over your lips, wishing he could feel you aching for his comfort. His steady hands had soothed your anxious thoughts in the moment, but you couldn’t stop imagining him laying next to you, easing the thoughts away once more.

You were tempted to call him. You ached to hear his voice, gravelly with sleep, telling you he would protect you. Just hearing him breathe on the other side of the phone would be enough to let your mind drift into sleep. But you knew he had to work, early as usual. You couldn’t interrupt his much needed rest.

And so you tossed, flipped, and turned in bed until you couldn’t stand it anymore. You grabbed your phone and gave into a temptation you had been trying to avoid since you met Hawks: looking up his modeling work. He had mentioned doing a few campaigns with designer brands, but you were too afraid of the burning embarrassment you would feel if he found out you looked them up. As you laid sleepless and pining, that fear dissipated. You just needed him, any part of him you could get.

And damn, had you been missing out.

The first photo you found had him wearing a plain white T-shirt, wrists stacked with bracelets and the signature watch he was advertising. His hand covered his mouth and he looked to the side, eyes drowsy. The sleeves of the shirt hugged his biceps and the metal around his forearms complimented his large, strong hands. You quickly downloaded the photo and created a locked folder on your phone for its safe keeping.

Next was an ad for jeans that didn’t even show his face, but it had you salivating all the same. Black and white, he stood shirtless with his back to the camera, hand grabbing opposite wrist and holding it above his head. His spread wings showed off every fine muscle of his back leading to his narrow hips where the jeans sat snugly around his perfect ass. The way the waistband of his boxers showed made you clench your thighs together just imagining what was underneath. You thought of making the photo your lock screen, but would never live it down if Hawks ever noticed it. Into your secret folder it went.

The haircare campaign was your favorite. The ad featured him close up, one hand mussed through his windswept hair, head tilted, lips slightly parted and perfectly kissable. His stunning golden eyes were the star of the show. Perhaps it was your avian kinship shining through, but you found the black triangles accentuating his eyes so endearing and unique. He wore a sultry, smoldering expression, jumping out of the photo and surging through you like electricity. You smiled and ran your thumb over your lips, staring at his in the picture. You saved it as his contact photo, feeling safe that he would never see your screen if he was calling you.

I bet he’s an amazing kisser. Hell, I bet he’s good at everything… It’s already 4:47. Is he getting ready for work yet? Even if he isn’t, he’ll just see a text whenever he gets up, right? I just need to make contact with him… You convinced yourself as arousal coursed through you. Just seeing his face had made the anxious thoughts clear away like sun burning the morning fog, only to be replaced with an aching, pressing need between your legs.

You: Can’t sleep. Just wanted to wish you a good day :)

You started to toy with the waist of your sleep shorts, entertaining more thoughts of him and what he would be good at. You palmed yourself over your panties, thinking of his scent and the sound of his voice. Your phone buzzed.

Hawks: aww ur so sweet angel! sorry u cant sleep though :( just try to calm ur mind and dont worry about workin today. I’ll do all the research we need so u can take the day off and relax

You: I can’t do that, we have a lot of work to get done still

Hawks: its nothing that cant wait til monday, so just take it easy, k? Just focus on getting ready for our date tonight ;)

You: You’re sure you don’t need me to do anything today? And how long do you think it takes for me to get showered and dressed?

Hawks: I’m sure. Just have the day to urself! And idk how long that shit takes but I have to imagine it takes time to look as gorgeous as you always do

A delicious flutter in your chest made you smile without thinking. You dipped a finger into your panties and sighed as it made contact with your pussy, slick with thoughts of the hero on the other end of your texts.

You: stfu you’re making me blush

Hawks: thats the point doll ;) cant wait to see u tonight, no work to get in our way

You: Oh so I’m your doll now, am I?

Hawks: u can be whatever u want. angel, doll, princess, mine, whatever u want

You whined as you pleasured yourself, excitement building each time a new text came through. You imagined him moaning each of the pet names in your ear, making you bite your lip and press your heels to the bed.

You: I guess we’ll see just how well things go tonight then bird boy <3

Hawks: cant wait :) I might be busy but I’ll see ur texts thru the day if u get bored or if u miss me too much

You moaned his name softly as you teased your clit. The arousal was starting to take over your brain and make you send texts far more telling than you realized.

You: Already miss you. Wish you were here right now

On the other end, Hawks raised his eyebrows and smirked. Though he assumed you were being innocent, his mind began to wander to thoughts of you in bed, speaking those words through heavy eyelids. He imagined you laying on your side, wearing one of his T-shirts without a bra, your pert nipples visible under the thin fabric. Your barely-there shorts would show the soft skin of your legs and the curve of your hip would make the shirt fall away, exposing a sliver of your tummy. His morning wood ached at the vision.

Hawks: u feeling anxious? Anything I can do to help?

You: can I hear your voice

Even as your phone started to buzz, you couldn’t draw your fingers away from your pussy. You would just be discrete.

“Hi,” you breathed into the phone.

“Hey angel,” Hawks said, voice grumbly with sleep, even sexier than you anticipated. You nearly whined at the sound as you continued to massage your clit.

“Hope I didn’t wake you.”

“My alarm was set for five, but I was already sort of awake. Sorry you haven’t been able to sleep.”

“It’s okay,” you said.

“Just thinking about the case and everything?”

“Yeah, for the most part. Thinking about you, too,” you admitted, dipping a finger inside yourself.

“Yeah? What about me?” His voice was soft and sensual. You bit your lip and closed your eyes, pretending you could feel his breath on your neck.

“Just how sweet you were to me. And that you always smell nice,” you added with a giggle.

He chuckled. “Well you can thank the fragrance company that sponsors my agency, I always wear their stuff.”

“It’s nice. Spicy and manly.”

“Glad you like it, doll. I’ll be sure to wear it for you tonight.”

You hummed, liking the way the new nickname sounded falling from his lips.

 “Can’t wait.” You sighed and smiled. “You make me feel safe. Even just hearing you, I think I’ll be able to get some sleep now.”

“Glad I could help out. If you need anything just let me know and I’ll text back when I can, okay?”

The peak of pleasure was coming close and you knew you wouldn’t be able to hold back. “Okay Hawks. See you tonight then.”

“It can’t come soon enough, trust me. Bye angel.”

“Bye.”

Only a moment more of touching yourself sent you breathing Hawks’ name in the darkness of your bedroom. You came tumbling over the summit, sweet pleasure pulsing at the thought of him. You sighed and draped your arm over your eyes, cheeks burning. Oh, if he only knew what you had been doing to the sound of his voice. With it came a couple hours of peaceful sleep.

A steady rain fell as you hurried towards the alley with the blue awnings, just as Hawks had directed you. Night had already fallen and the streets were empty with only a few cars splashing by. Your watched your black ankle boots as they passed over the wet concrete and pulled your hood down over your forehead, annoyed that you had forgotten your umbrella in your nervousness. At least you had modified your leather jacket to include part of an old hoodie from college when cutting the slits for your wings. Wearing your favorite custom piece boosted your confidence as your strode towards the awning ahead.

Your heart rate quickened as you turned down the narrow alley, not even wide enough for a car to fit down. Despite being so closed in, there were charming lanterns lighting the way under the colorful awnings. All the businesses had brought in their sandwich board signs for the evening, except one. Murakami. That’s the place. There’s no reason to be all jittery, we’ve been together all week. Just be yourself. Just be honest. Just say what’s on your mind and follow your instincts. That’s all you’ve ever done, you told yourself, attempting to calm your nerves. But how can I look in those eyes when I was getting off to his voice just this morning? God, I should not have done that. I’m such an embarrassment…

You fluffed and shook the rain from your wings as you stood in front of the shoji screen door, using your phone screen as a mirror one last time. Pulling your hood down, you pressed your eyelashes upward with your finger and adjusted your shirt, making sure the black v-neck wasn’t too immodest, yet still alluring. With a cleansing breath, you knocked.

It only took a moment for Hawks to slide open the door, face lighting up in a stunning grin.

“Hey, glad you found the place!”

He wore a green military jacket with the sleeves rolled to his elbows and black skinny jeans, just like yours. Unobstructed by his flight goggles, his golden eyes looked more radiant than ever. You admired his white T-shirt and black stud earrings, noticing the silver wing necklace from his watch advertisement.

“You gave me good directions,” you said as he took your hand and invited you inside. “I like the casual look on you, by the way.”

He shrugged shyly. “Aw, thanks angel! You look gorgeous as always,” he said, pulling you in the door and sliding it shut behind you. “Love the jacket. Another one of your creations?”

You nodded and looked around. The cozy space was lined with traditional wood panels and soft lighting. The restaurant was only big enough for two chabudai tables and a few single-person booths along the wall. It was a hidden gem-type place; unassuming and off the beaten path, but charming, and with food good enough to need no advertising. Or at least that’s what Hawks had told you.

“What an adorable place,” you said, sliding your jacket off as Hawks guided you over to a booth. He grabbed a neighboring chair and slid it over to you.

“It’s one of my favorites. They usually have a long wait, but Murakami is the great uncle of one of my sidekicks, so I get perks like this! It’s just him back there and I told him the deal, so no worries about anyone seeing us.”

“Except if they followed us,” you said, looking over your shoulder towards the door.

“No need to worry about that either. I have a few feathers acting as sentries. You can relax,” he said with a warm smile.

You draped your jacket over the back of your chair and sat, the booth crowded by both your chairs so much that your knees bumped together. Neither of you moved out of the way and you rested your leg against his.

“Well, thanks for making me feel safe, Hawks,” you said, shyly tucking a strand of hair behind your burning ear.

“Always.”

The two of you lingered for a moment, wordless yet comfortable. Hawks’ phone began to buzz, making him roll his eyes.

“And I’m turning that off for the rest of the night!” he said as he powered down his phone and slid it into his back pocket. “I am officially off duty!”

“No one’s gonna send out a missing pet birdie bulletin?” you joked.

He rested his elbow on the table and leaned his cheek into his hand. “Even if they did, I won’t see it til tomorrow. You get all my attention tonight.”

You smiled. “What a lucky lady I am. Just hope I can actually hold your attention.”

He tilted his head, confused. “What do you mean? Of course you can!”

You rubbed your neck. “Well, that’s when we have work to focus on. I’m actually kind of boring.”

Hawks made a face and waved his hand dismissively. “Pfft, what the heck makes you think that?”

You sucked on your lips and shrugged. “The fact that you’re the first guy to ask me on a date.”

He examined you incredulously. “I find that hard to believe. But a lotta guys are just too intimidated to approach beautiful women, you know?”

You blushed. “Actually, I was a little intimidated by you at first, being so assertive and all. But you’re really just a big softie.”

It was Hawks’ turn to blush. His coy demeanor made your heart clench. “I’m a fighter and a lover I guess. I ain’t that soft, though.” The look in his eye turned from sweet to spicy as he glanced at your lips, then smirked. A warm flush flooded your chest and you tightened your thigh muscles instinctively.

Keep it together, you thought. As delicious as his lips look, we are here for noodles! “So, what’s good here?” you asked.

As Hawks described his favorite dishes, you smiled and watched him. His bright eyes and sprightly personality warmed you, making conversation flow like a gentle river. No awkward pauses, no dead air. He was so open and unguarded that it was impossible not to be enraptured in his charm.

Once your dinners arrived on the tiny conveyor belt from the kitchen, Hawks’ feathers perked up and his eyes grew wide. He took an energized whiff of his ramen and his wings bristled with excitement, making you chuckle.

“Can I ask you something?” you ventured, blowing on your steaming tonkotsu.

“Sure, anything!” he said, taking a huge bite. His eyes rolled back and he collapsed a bit, humming his pleasure at the noodles.

“What are you wings like? You can basically see with them, right?” you asked with a slurp.

He shrugged. “Well, I can’t see, but I can sense things well enough to be able to picture things in my head. Does that make sense?”

You nodded. “Hm, so maybe more like echolocation?”

“Yeah, something like that. They’re super sensitive. I pick up on vibrations, even super subtle ones. I can read someone’s heart and respiration rate, so sometimes I can tell when people are lying.”

“Ah, right! That’s how you knew the PSC guy was lying, right?”

“Yep, exactly.”

You chuckled. “Damn. That’s so crazy. And every single one of them is that sensitive?”

Hawks nodded. “Yep. And they’re super soft too, here.” He plucked a petite crimson feather and handed it to you. You gently stroked it over the back of your hand, then between your fingers.

“Oh wow, they really are! I figured they were sharp, almost like little knives I guess.”

The fibers of the feather stiffened. “I can make them sharper when I’m fighting. Pretty helpful with the big ones.”

“And it’s all in your head? Like, telekinetic?”

“More or less, yeah.”

You poked the feather on your fingertip, impressed. “Wow. The amount of control you have over them is amazing! Your quirk really is incredible.”

He shrugged and slurped his noodles loudly. “I’m lucky. But there are a lot of amazing quirks out there. Yours included, you know.”

“Mine’s alright. Does it ever get overwhelming for you to hear and feel so much all the time? Because I get overloaded all the time.” You continued toying with his feather, stroking the supple fibers over your palm.

Hawks eyed your hands as they played with his feather. “Not really, but sometimes I feel like I have ADD or something. My mind bounces from one thing to the next all the time, but I’ve spent most of my life working on this quirk, so I can tune in and out at will fairly easily.”

You nodded and took another bite of noodles. “I see. Wish I could tune out better sometimes. I’m so sensitive, especially at nighttime. I can’t sleep without earplugs, a sleep mask, and a fan. And just the right weight of blanket.”

Hawks laughed. “Geez, so high maintenance!” he joked.

“I know, I know. I’m always so difficult,” you mused as you mindlessly drew his feather over your cheek. His eyes locked onto yours. You blinked and began to blush, turning the feather back over to him. “Sorry, am I distracting you?”

“No, you’re fine,” he said with a warm smile. “Your skin is really soft.”

A voice called from the back of the shop out to Hawks. He excused himself and you took a sip of your flavorful broth. You checked the time on your phone, startled to see how late it was already. Had you really been talking for that long?

Hawks returned, key in hand. “Sorry about that. Murakami just wants us to lock up for him when we leave. Said we can stay as long as we want, so no rush.” He sat back down, knee resting against yours again. You extended your leg out between his, rubbing against him.

“I didn’t realize how late it had gotten already,” you said.

“I didn’t either! But you’re really easy to talk to, so I guess I shouldn’t be too surprised.”

The two of you continued to chat comfortably for a while. Somehow your chairs had crept closer together over the course of dinner, now with Hawks manspreading his legs out with both of yours in between. Suddenly, he let out an uncontrollable, noisy yawn. 

“Geez, sorry! I promise you’re not boring me!” he said, covering his mouth.

“No, I’m sorry for keeping you out so late since you had to play hero all day. Should we take care of the bill and head out?” you asked.

“Bill has been taken care of, and I’m ready to take off whenever you are, doll.”

“Can I give you my half at least?”

Hawks scoffed. “Hell no! I asked, so I take care of you.”

You stood and grabbed your jacket off the back of your chair. “Well then, thank you very much for a lovely dinner, Hero.”

He grinned as he scooted his chair back in place. “The pleasure has been all mine, trust me. How you getting home? Want me to call you a cab?” Hawks asked.

“Actually I was just going to sleep at my office tonight, since it’s way closer.”

Hawks made a concerned face. “On that tiny little love seat? And with your high maintenance sleep issues?”

You shrugged. “I’ll be fine for one night, and I’m not paying for a cab all the way across town.”

“Then I’ll pay for it.”

“Hawks, I can’t let you do that. You already bought me dinner and have been so generous-”

“Then sleep on my couch or something. I can’t let you sleep on that cramped little thing. I have a sectional that’ll be way more comfy, promise. And my place is only a few blocks west, just as close as your office is.”

You smirked and looked at him out of the corner of your eye. “You’re not just trying to take me back to your place?” you teased.

He chuckled and shook his head. “I promise, it’s of the purest intentions.”

You smiled. “I’m sure.” You weighed his offer as your slid your jacket back on and headed for the door together. He opened it for you, revealing the dark and damp street once more.

“Didn’t realize it was still raining,” you said, pulling your hood up.

“Ah, me neither. Wanna wait it out?” he asked.

“Nah, the alleyway is all covered.”

After locking up, the two of you walked down the stone alley towards the main street. You both knew that you would be going your separate ways once you reached it, so your steps were slow, taking your time to enjoy the gentle patter of the falling rain against the awnings above. You linked arms with him and pulled yourself close.

“I’ve had a really nice time with you, Hawks,” you said.

He gave your arm a squeeze and let his wings surround the two of you. “I have too. I know we’ve only known each other for a week now, but…” he said softly. “I think you’re pretty damn special.”

You grinned at your boots, heart beating in your ears. “I think you’re pretty damn special, too. And I think I might let you take me on a second date sometime.”

“I’d be my honor, angel.”

Only a handful of steps separated you from the end of the alley. Hardly any cars were out this late and street lamps reflected off the dark rain puddles, making the street look like it was sparkling. 

“But… There’s something I have to ask you,” he continued.

“Mmhmm?”

“You said this was your first date. So…” he hesitated, drawing a shaky breath. “Do you happen to have any rules against kissing on the first date?”

Your heart started pounding and a grin spread across your face. “I hadn’t really considered it.”

Hawks stopped and turned to face you, his amber eyes shimmering in the reflected street light. He was impossibly handsome as he gazed at you, making your guts turn to magma. You stepped in close and toyed with his necklace.

“I’m gonna need a yes or no, angel. Because if you keep looking at me like that, I don’t know if I’ll be able to stop myself.”

Each falling droplet halted in midair. Cars paused in the street. Your pulse quickened as you glanced at Hawks’ patient lips, waiting for yours. You grabbed the lapels of his jacket and brought him close.

“Kiss me,” you breathed.

Without hesitation, Hawks closed the gap. Your heart soared as his lips pressed against yours. Your grip on him grew tighter as your knees grew weaker, and he reciprocated your need by cradling your neck. Passion poured from him deeply into you as your bodies clung together. A predatory desire came flaring to life as you kissed, every cell of your body screaming yes, yes, yes. Lungs emptied of vital air, you breathed in only him, his masculine fragrance dizzying.

Thoughtless and in sensory bliss, Hawks kissed you in a flurry of pecks, then dove deeper to suck on your lower lip. A pleased groan rumbled in your throat. You brushed your tongue against his lip, an invitation to continue. His tongue softly reached out to yours to cause a rush of pleasure from your head to between your legs. A whine ached in your throat. Arms around your waist, Hawks held you securely against him, a desperate breath escaping him between kisses. Your hands wandered over his deliciously muscled biceps, then trailing up to drape over his shoulders. Trembling with lust, you broke away for a moment.

“Your place,” you breathed.

“Wha-?” He pulled back enough to make eye contact.

“Take me to your place.”

part 7: ride

[akaridream]

Imma stick beside 'im

almost everyone’s piccolo hyperfixation has died off but im still going 10+ years strong respect to our fallen comrades we will carry on in your stead

[akaridream]

after dark pt. 5: handoff (hawks x reader)

tags: hawks x reader

cw: cursing, afab reader, hawks appetite for flirting is insatiable

taglist: @inkthgoat @pnsduck @animedreamworlds @melxdig @mizvaun @mysideeffectsofyou​ @thecityofspareparts @soleilandpeaches​ @theycallme-becky​​ @escapingjune @erissco​​ @chrisrue15​​

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Tuesday night’s surveillance was uneventful, other than your private entertainment. Hawks’ singing was goofy and over-the-top, all to elicit a reaction from you. Across town, his face lit up each time he heard your laughter. The music filled the silence between you like a good wingman. He even caught you humming to a few of your favorite tracks. But boy, was Hawks a hopeless flirt. Not that you minded.

Wednesday proceeded much the same, with you arriving at your office in the early afternoon to scour databases and police records for anything juicy. Your surveillance was again rather boring, so you played a few rounds of twenty questions. Hawks burned several questions by asking about you instead of the intended topic. Again, you didn’t mind. He was sincere in his attempts at learning you, and question by question, you let him into your life. He didn’t like to talk about himself much, but you listened intently when he did. Between Hawks’ laid-back personality and your penchant for a snappy comeback, you built rapport easily. It was like reconnecting with a long lost friend: something just clicked.

The day of the Trigger hand-off, you felt on edge from the start. A static in the air kept you from relaxing, even with lavender oil in your diffuser. Unsettled and annoyed, you had trouble focusing and took several breaks to pace around the small office, mindlessly drawing one of your feathers between your fingers. The sensation was nostalgic, a self-soothing mechanism you developed early in life, but it did little to ease your anxiety.

The clock finally made its way around to your scheduled surveillance time after dragging for the past few hours. A bundle of tense muscles, you connected your ear piece and began shutting down your office when your phone buzzed, displaying three hawk emojis as the contact name.

“Hey, your timing is impeccable. I was just about to head out. How’s it going at the Safety Commission?” you asked.

“I’m headed back there right now, but I spent a couple hours poking around earlier and figured I’d give you the update. I overheard Yamamoto on the phone, and he’s heading uptown to pick up the Trigger just before the hand-off to Officer Mori,” said Hawks.

“Hm, alright. Probably wants to minimize the time he has it in his possession.”

“Yeah, seems smart. What’s not smart is saying incriminating crap like that out loud when I’m around,” he said.

You laughed, a bit of tension easing. “Right? When will they learn? But I guess it makes more sense to speak over the phone, since texts leave behind evidence.”

“Damn, I didn’t even think about that. You sure you’re not a criminal too? You seem to know them inside and out.” Hawks joked.

“I went to school for this, remember bird brain?”

“All the more reason why you’d make a great hero! I could always make room for another sidekick.”

You snorted. “Never gonna happen.”

“You might learn to love it, and I’d be proud to have you by my side,” he said.

“As a sidekick or a side piece?”

He cracked up. “Oh damn! I’m not a player like that!”

“Can you imagine if the press got wind of ‘Wing Hero Hawks’ taking one of his sidekicks on a date? Sheesh, I’d never have privacy again,” you said.

“Hey now, I may be a chart topper, but I know how to handle private matters!” he rebutted.

“I can see the headlines now,” you continued. “Sooo many of your fans would be heartbroken to see you with a lady friend.”

“You are roasting me like a rotisserie chicken today! Am I gonna have to teach you some manners?” he asked in a dangerously sensual voice.

You blushed and bit your lip. “Easy, Lover Boy. We’re still on the job.”

“Ugh, fine,” he pouted.

The sun’s journey across the evening sky was agonizingly slow. Surveillance of normal activities was boring, and your nervous stomach was stealing your focus. Why the hell am I so anxious? It’s not like I haven’t done this kind of thing before. I’ve watched drug deals go down just a few feet from me, so why does this one feel different?

You each tailed your intended targets, only stopping for quick konbini dinner while the action was slow. Finally, Hawks followed Yamamoto to pick up the Trigger. You snacked on some chocolate crackers, silently watching Officer Mori give directions to a passerby.

“What are you eating?” he asked.

“Choco mochi. Want me to save you some?”

“Nah, I’ll grab something for myself later. You don’t usually snack though.”

“No I don’t, I’m trying to keep my stomach from turning inside out. Not sure they’re really helping to be honest.”

“You getting sick or something?” he asked, concern in his voice.

“No, just feeling… I don’t know, something about this has me kind of twisted up.”

“There’s nothing to worry about, angel. Once Mori and Yamamoto meet up, I’ll be right there with you.”

You chuckled and pocketed your snack. “You’re awfully sweet, Hawks. You’re making my teeth rot more than this chocolate.”

“Eh, I’m just soft on you, I guess. You’re like a little baby birdie and I have to make sure the flock is well taken care of, right?”

You grinned and held your cheek, growing warm. “I’m not a helpless baby, silly. Just a little anxious.”

“Oh, I know damn well you aren’t helpless. Offer still stands to become a sidekick, anytime you want.”

Hawks soared across the sky, sun long departed. City street lights sparkled beneath him as he raced over rooftops, just out of sight of the sidewalks below. His target had spent the past half hour in an alley bar and was heading to the nearby park to meet his supplier. Once there, Yamamoto sat on a bench, mindlessly scrolling on his phone and smoking a cigarette until a smartly dressed salaryman sat down next to him with a friendly greeting. Yamamoto offered him a cigarette, which he obliged.

“Dude’s name is Tanaka, and it sounds like they’ve known each other for a while,” Hawks said over your ear piece. “They’re just shooting the breeze and smoking.”

“You were right then, this supply link has been around for some time,” you replied.

The pair then took a casual stroll around the park and over to a side street. Tanaka popped the trunk of an old luxury car, revealing an inconspicuous briefcase inside. He handed it to Yamamoto, who pulled a wad of cash from his pocket and counted some out.

“Just right out in the open with all this, like they’re not doing anything wrong at all,” Hawks remarked.

“Acting like that draws less suspicion, I suppose.”

“Just bugs me how casual this all is. Looks like we’re headed your way now.”

You and the officer arrived at the riverside docks at 9:50 PM where you perched on top of a quiet warehouse to await your partner. Officer Mori had driven an unmarked police sedan and sat with all the lights off far from the main street. A black SUV, lights also off, pulled up right alongside the officer. You laid on your stomach at the edge of the roof and started snapping photos.

“Shouldn’t you be here? Your target just pulled up,” you said into your ear piece.

“Pulled up? Yamamoto’s on foot. Someone else is there?” he asked.

You zoomed in with your camera and two figures exited the black SUV. One had a feminine figure and black hair pulled into a bun, while the other was a substantially taller man, but with upright, dog-like ears and a prominent snout. Mori then got out of his police vehicle and gave a polite bow.

“Two new targets. One male, one female,” you whispered into your ear piece.

“Be there soon,” Hawks said.

Over the clicking shutter of your camera, your sharp ears could make out their conversation, even hundreds of yards away.

“Nice to meet you, Yamamoto has already told me you’ve been an instrumental help in community relations,” Officer Mori said.

“Yes, nice to meet you as well, Officer,” said the man with canine features. “Sorry to hear about the media firestorm, but it had to be done this time.”

“Oh yes, I understand,” More replied.

“Our boss was pretty pissed,” the woman chuckled. “But every now and then when the media catches wind of things, its good for the public to think we’re on top of things. Looks good for the police overall, even if you have to take part of the blame.”

“Why was your boss upset?” Mori asked. “It’s not like the media knew the PSC was involved in it.”

The woman crossed her arms proudly. “Thanks to us, of course! You have no idea the amount of phone calls and bribes we have to organize before we let the media go public with their stories.”

Mori laughed. “Hey, I’m sure all of our paychecks are well worth it.”

“Holy shit. Hawks, I think these people are from the Public Safety Commission,” you whispered, heart racing.

“You’re kidding! I’ll be there ASAP, we’re just around the corner.”

Your stomach clenched as the canine man looked over his shoulder, right in your direction. You snapped a photo of his face, clear and uninhibited even in the dim light. But one of his radar-like ears twitched. Can he hear the shutter? All the way down there?

A small rush of wind next to you made you tense, and Hawks lightly touched down beside you.

“So what’s the deal?” he asked, positioning snugly next to you on his stomach.

“Stay as quiet as possible. The dog guy might be able to hear us,” you warned.

Hawks eyes grew large and his head whipped to the group of people below. “Dog guy? Inumagi?”

He watched them with intense focus and sent a small feather floating on the wind in an attempt to hear their conversation for himself.

Yamamoto emerged from the shadows beside the warehouse. “Well well, look what the dog dragged in!” he said.

The trio laughed as Yamamoto approached them and friendly greetings were given. “How was Tanaka?” the canine man asked.

“Oh, mostly fine. He and his daughter had a bit of a fight. She wants to pursue art, he says medicine is a better choice, you get it,” Yamamoto replied.

“Ah, poor Tanaka,” said the woman. “I’d heard he wanted her to be a doctor. Perhaps she’ll change her mind.”

“They’re all so familiar with each other,” you breathed. Hawks hummed in response.

“Before I forget, of course,” Yamamoto said, handing over the briefcase.

“Yes, thank you,” Officer Mori said and took the case. You took a quick photo and the dog man’s eyes flicked in your direction. Shit, he really can hear it, you thought and placed your camera aside. “So, now that we’re all here,to what do I owe the pleasure of meeting Mr. Inumagi and Miss Ito?”

“Just a small chat on the matter of security,” Miss Ito said.

The canine man, Mr. Inumagi, cleared his throat. “Yes, we have reason to believe it’s been compromised. It could be nothing but we thought a briefing might be in order.”

Officer Mori crossed his arms. “I hope it’s nothing on the police’s end this time.”

“We don’t know much yet, but it certainly could be,” explained Miss Ito. “Someone has been accessing police documents this week, all with a pattern. Trigger-related incidents with PD employees and the chief have been searched for several times, and from a handful of different IP addresses. We’re hoping it’s nothing, but the IPs were masked, likely with a VPN. Not much reason for someone in Slovakia to be looking at Fukuoka police records.”

A painful lump formed in your throat. They must have their records flagged! Are we done for?

Hawks placed his hand on yours and gently squeezed, but his eyes remained fixed on the group below. You tried to keep your breathing steady as you listened intently.

Officer Mori chuckled with a nod. “Yes, very true. I’ll do some digging and see if anyone in the department has been poking around. I’ll let the chief know, too.”

“Good,” said Ito. “I understand you’re in the drug crimes division, but anyone looking into the matter independently should be discretely asked to let it go. There are bigger forces at work here than some rogue officer looking for their big break.”

“Of course, Miss. Understood,” Mori said.

“If you don’t have anyone own up to it, I wouldn’t worry too much,” said Inumagi. “I actually have a hunch at who is sticking their beak in where it doesn’t belong.”

Yamamoto lifted an eyebrow. “Oh really? That’s news to me.”

Inumagi nodded and placed his arms behind his back. “Indeed. In fact, if my nose can be trusted, our little spy is watching us right now. And he’s with a friend.”

Your black claws dug into Hawks’ hand. He instinctively flattened himself further against the warehouse roof. You bottom lip began to tremble.

“It’s no matter though,” Inumagi continued. “He’s essentially a pawn for the Commission. If he or his friend get in our way, we will deal with them accordingly.”

Officer Mori looked around. “Spy? I can’t afford to get exposed in the media again!”

“Don’t bother looking for him, Mori,” said Yamamoto. “You won’t spot him, especially at ground level. Anyway, we’re a government entity. If our little spy thinks we won’t get rid of him and anyone helping him just because he’s special, he is sorely mistaken. And we will make sure to extinguish anything the media tries to get away with.”

Officer Mori swallowed and nodded.

“Well, I think that about covers it here, wouldn’t you say, gentlemen?” Ito asked.

The group dispersed in good spirits and went their separate ways, but you and Hawks remained stone still. Even after the cars pulled away and were long gone, you stayed motionless. Your heart pounded erratically, panic searing through your mind. Your grip on each others’ hand did not relent. He could feel you shaking. His thumb gently stroked the back of your hand, but it did little to calm you.

Hawks took a deep breath and sighed. “Well… That sucks.”

You couldn’t find words. Your breaths came in strangled huffs. You had always been a predator. It was terrifying to be prey.

“It’s gonna be okay, angel,” Hawks said, gentleness in his voice.

Fear flooded you and tears formed at the corners of your eyes. You tore your hand away from his and stood, pacing around the roof. “How? They know you’re onto them, and they know you’re not alone. What the hell am I gonna do if they catch me? And what the hell are they gonna do to me?”

He eyed you, brows pitched upward in concern. “I know you’re scared, and you have every right to be,” he started. “But I can handle them. I promise you.”

“We can’t go against a government agency, plus the police too!” How the hell are we gonna get out of this?”

He stood and rushed to you, clutching your hands and bringing them to his chest. “Listen. I’ve dealt with this kind of shit before. Trust me, I-”

You shook your head. “This is way bigger than I thought it was. It’s the drug crimes division of the police, working with higher up’s at the PSC. These are people who know you and have authority over you! You can’t just out them and expect to get away with it!”

“No, I can’t,” he admitted, eyes begging you. “But I will find a way to navigate this. Please, just trust me.”

You tried to pull away from him, a tear escaping down your cheek. “I don’t know if I can trust you! I’m starting to think you knew far more than you were leading on!”

He held you close, brows furrowing but voice staying calm. “I promise you, we’re finding out all this together. I wouldn’t lie to you.”

“How do I know you wouldn’t?” you cried, still pushing against him to create distance. “I’ve known you for a week and you’ve done nothing but try to charm me into believing everything you say! How do I know any of that is genuine?”

Hurt, Hawks grip on your hands grew painfully tight. “Stop it! Do you really think that? What could I possibly have to gain by lying to you?”

You trembled in his grasp. “I- I don’t know! But I can’t afford my business to come crashing to the ground! I’d be nothing without it!”

“I won’t let that happen! I won’t let them find you! I’ll protect you with my life!” he said, fire in his eyes.

“Your life?” you asked, marveling up at him. “How can you say that? You barely even know-”

“Because it’s my duty as a hero! The only reason I exist is to protect people! Especially when I’m the reason they’re in danger!” He pulled you against his muscled chest and cradled the back of your head.

“Please let me protect you,” he begged, nuzzling his cheek into your hair. You blinked, startled by the unexpected affection.

“I know you didn’t ask to get pulled into all this,” he whispered as he wrapped his wings around you. “And I know it’s all my fault. I’m so sorry, angel. But I promise, I’ll make it up to you.”

You blinked into his chest in stunned silence.

“It’s just- This is all happening so fast,” you whimpered, resting your forehead against his collarbone and breathing in his scent.

“I know, I know.” He gently stroked one of your wings. You allowed your eyes to flutter closed and leaned into him further.

“I-” you started. “Just… How do I know I can trust you?”

Hawks leaned back and tilted your jaw up to look at him. “It’s your decision whether to trust me or not, but just know that every word I’ve said to you has been from my heart. It’s funny really, there aren’t a lot of people I feel like I can truly be myself around. But almost immediately I knew we just understood each other. Or… Am I wrong about that?”

You gazed up at his gorgeous face, heart aching. “No, you’re- I mean, we do… But I’m scared, Hawks.”

He nodded and closed his eyes for a moment. “I know you are. But I promise, I won’t let a damn thing happen to you, angel. You have my word.”

Head spinning, you snuggled into his neck and wrapped your arms around his waist. His wings enveloped you both, their supple fibers tickling your skin. He held you silently as you closed your eyes, willing your breathing to normalize. Fear and tension melted from your muscles. His touch was intoxicating and you drank deep. You were hopelessly, willingly, truly under his spell.

pt. 6: date