#raditz x reader

It took you several days to finally accept that he wanted nothing to do with you. Raditz ignored you most of the time; the only time he acknowledged you was when he left food for you somewhere in the house. Saiyans sometimes didn’t bother cooking, so you learnt, so you took the chance to cook when he was away. 

“What are you doing?” Raditz asked one day when he walked into the house.

He had been away all night and reeked of blood. 

“I’m cooking.” You nervously replied; it was the first time he had ever spoken to you. 

His tone wasn’t aggressive, just gruff and deep as he stared at you. He has let you do as you pleased all that time, you hoped that this wouldn’t be the exception. When he just scoffed and walked to his room, you sighed in relief. 

“Does it taste different?” Raditz inquired later, when he saw you eat. 

He had cleaned himself up outside, and the smell had deluded, although it was not completely gone. 

“I think so, do you wanna try?”

Raditz looked wary of the food you were offering, but when he saw you were still chewing some of it, he took a piece of the meat with his bare hand before swallowing it all. 

“Not bad.”

That was all he said before walking away.

You stopped thinking about running away soon after. Escaping was only a choice when you thought he would harm you. The reality was that most humans that tried to escape had a terrible fate, you had witnessed enough of it to know what it’d be like if a Saiyan were to see you outside Raditz’s place without permission. 

But after he tried your meat, he started asking you to cook for him, and while it was mostly orders he gave you, he didn’t actually mistreat you. You had initially resisted, but it only seemed to amuse him. It was a reminder that you were still a prey in a world full of predators. 

Raditz still barely looked at you, but he ate everything and anything you offered with delight.

You didn’t understand why; maybe you seemed too alien to him, maybe you just looked off compared to Saiyans. It wouldn’t have bothered you at all if it wasn’t for the fact that you tried to talk to him during meals, but most of the time he acted as if you weren’t even there. You didn’t know if you should be grateful he ignored you altogether, or pissed off he didn’t have any regard for you. 

“I don’t understand.” You said to him one night during dinner, staring at him with a frown as he ate the dish you prepared for him. When he just glanced at you without a word, you went on. “Why am I even here? You don’t want me around.”

“Would you rather I let you free on this planet?” Raditz replied with venom in his voice. 

“No, but you shouldn’t care if I leave, and yet you keep me here just to ignore me.”

He stopped eating, shutting his eyes closed. You feared you might have said something way out of line (though you barely even said anything) and immediately tensed up. You came up with a few ideas of what to do if he were to attack you, just in case, but when he turned to you, finally keeping his eyes on you for more than two seconds, you let out a sigh. His gaze was anything but violent. 

It took a while for him to say anything but you waited, trying to look elsewhere, even when the way he was staring concerned you. 

“I want you here.” 

You frown in confusion. He said those words through gritted teeth, and the tip of his ears were turning red. It obviously took great effort for him to say that, and yet you didn’t comprehend. 

“I don’t get it. You barely even interact with me.”

“Fuck, I-” Raditz rubbed his temples and finally looked away. “I know humans don’t even wanna be here but I was hoping you’d get somewhat comfortable with me.”

“I am, but-”

“You are?” He snapped, looking at you with surprise. 

“Yes. I mean, I was expecting a lot of bad things when I got here, but none of them happened, so…” When Raditz kept gaping at you, you went on. “Why were you worried about that?”

“Are you that oblivious?”

“What are you talking about?”

“I’m dying to fuck you.”

His words wash over you as if they were cold water. 

Or maybe it was hot water, you weren’t sure. 

“What?”

“You heard me.” Raditz stared at you, studying your expression. 

You gazed at him right back, unable to process his words. 

Under no circumstances you’d have thought he wanted to touch you, not after practically ignoring you so long. 

“I need to know more.”

“What are you talking about?” He scoffed. 

“I can’t believe that, considering you ignored me for the longest time.”

“I don’t even know what you want me to say, woman!” Raditz ran his hand through his hair, messing it up more than usual. “I couldn’t even be in the same fucking room with you because your scent drove me crazy!”

“My scent?!” 

“You smell like- I don’t know, like fresh air!” 

You gaped at him in disbelief as the tip of his ears got redder with each passing second. 

Maybe he was dying to fuck you. 

In a microsecond, you pondered on the current events. An alien from a completely brutal race was in front of you, dying to touch you, consumed by lust. A tall, big, handsome alien. 

It wasn’t like it never occurred to you that he was hot, but your circumstances dampen any kind of libido you could feel. But he was presenting himself to you on a silver plate, blushing and looking at you with dark, determined eyes. 

“What if I wanna know?” You asked, cautiously. You didn’t even know how to convey what you wanted so you let the words flow on their own.

“Know what?”

“What it’s like… to be touched by you.”

Raditz kept his gaze on you for a long second, and the next thing you knew was that he was standing right in front of you, standing tall and imposing with hand on your arm, gripping it tightly, as if you were going to run away at any time. You gasped in surprise; he wasn’t using any force and his grip didn’t hurt, but you had never felt so pleasantly small. 

“Are you toying with me?” He asked, seemingly annoyed. 

“Why would I do that?”

“Why are you tempting me?”

“I… I wanna touch you too.”

A few seconds of silence followed, making you all the more nervous when he didn’t say anything.

His hand on your hair made you gasp, stunned when he pulled at it, making you tilt your head back. Fear crept in suddenly, mixing in with arousal once you felt his lips on your exposed neck. Raditz licked your skin, from your collarbone all the way up to your jaw; you felt like a piece of meat that he was about to sink his teeth into. It wasn’t a completely far off thought when you felt his teeth grazing your throat. 

You inevitably moaned; your neck was a sensitive spot and you could only control yourself so much, but he was doing all the things that made your stomach turn with excitement. Of course he noticed, and he buried his face in your neck, breathing in your scent. 

“Wha-What are you doing?” 

“You smell really fucking good.” He replied, pressing his nose under your ear. “Shit, you’re driving me crazy.”

With a grip on your hips, he hoisted you on top of the table, pushing  off the plate that was left abandoned as it broke into pieces. The noise startled you, but what made you yelp were his hands promptly and effortlessly ripping your clothes off before pressing you flat against the surface. 

Raditz wasted no time, touching every inch of your body. He was rough, callous, squeezing and tugging everywhere until he pulled moans and whimpers out of you. 

“Does it feel good here?” He asked when he tweaked one of your nipples. You couldn’t tell if he was being genuine or sarcastic. 

“Y-Yeah…” 

Pinning your wrists above your head with just one hand, Raditz entertained himself with your nipples. You arched your back as he pinched, licked and bit on your sensitive skin, making you all the more wet; your pussy was practically dripping. 

He pulled back to look at your bare body as his free hand sneaked down your abdomen, curiously stroking between your legs. The way your thighs twitched and your breath caught in your throat when he pressed his fingers against your folds made him stare. His eyes were so dark, almost in awe, when he noticed how wet you were. 

Raditz seemed to be experimenting on you, that’s what you thought. His touch was irregular and unsteady, but not unpleasant. Two of his fingers dipped between your slit, shallowly at first, before plugging in all the way up to his knuckles. You moaned and keen, rolling your hips against his hand. The tip of his fingers occasionally reached a sensitive spot inside, and it made you tremble when you tried to move so he’d do it again. 

He was looking at you, intrigued by your every move. His eyes were particularly focused on your pussy, currently dripping your slick down his fingers and hand and onto the floor. Under any other circumstance, you’d be ashamed, but everything about your current predicament was turning you on. He was imposing, covering your body with his and hovering above like a predator, and yet he was completely enraptured by you.

Your orgasm took you by surprise. His fingers curled just right as he repeatedly slid them in and out, and you couldn’t control yourself. You quivered, back arching as a stuttered whimper left your lips. 

You heard Raditz curse as he pulled out his fingers, followed by some words that you couldn’t comprehend in your current state. 

His cock pushing inside your pussy was the next thing you felt. You let out a high-pitched yell, taken completely aback. You didn’t actually see his dick, but you could feel how huge it was, splitting you open as he bottomed out in one thrust. 

Raditz didn’t give you any time to adjust, sliding almost all the way out before slamming back inside. He gripped both of your wrists, keeping them in place above your head, as he started a fast, hard rhythm. 

Your entire body was on fire, it was like you couldn’t breathe. With every harsh thrust, the wind was knocked out of you, pulling all kinds of loud noises from your lips. There was a tang of pain every time he pushed in, but you couldn’t deny that it added to your growing orgasm. 

You gazed at Raditz through hooded eyes. He looked far gone, eyes blown away with lust. He groaned and panted like a wounded animal, beads of sweat adorning his face, hair cascading down on you as he completely covered your body with his own. Seeing him like that made you all the more wet, and his cock was so big it inevitably reached all the right places.

Raditz was sprawled out on the bed, stretched across the sheets like a feast on a platter served just for you, all thick muscle and dangerous power disguised beneath feigned laziness. Every line of his body radiated strength: broad chest, meaty thighs, ridged abs that caught the dim light as if begging you to touch them. And you would, eventually. 

He’d let you blindfold him, something he’d grumbled about endlessly, though the smug grin he’d worn before surrendering entirely had betrayed how much he secretly enjoyed it. Now his world had been reduced to sensation alone: your voice, your breath, and only the touch you gave him.

He had been stubborn, of course—mocking, scoffing, pretending he’d never allow something so ridiculous. Never allow something as feeble as a human reduce him to this. But you had whispered sweet promises into his ear, sealed your words with slow, sweet, kisses, until at last he’d sighed and let you win.

You dragged a single fingertip up the valley between his abs, watching how the muscle twitched beneath your feather-light touch. The simple act felt intoxicating, like you had harnessed the entire weight of his feral energy and held it in the palm of your hand. For once, the wild warrior was forced to submit, relying on you to decide what came next. To decide what he deserved to receive. 

Even now, his composure cracked in little ways. A hitch in his breath when your fingers brushed over his ribs and serratus muscles. The faintest whimper when you kneaded the firm flesh of his thighs, inching closer to where he wanted you most. You couldn’t help but smile at the sight of him—this mountain of a man, conqueror on the battlefield, undone by nothing more than a teasing fingertip and some flimsy fabric. 

You leaned down, lips grazing the sharp cut of his hip bone and felt the way his entire body tensed up. For someone so infamously reckless, Raditz had a hard time surrendering control, and the blindfold only magnified the vulnerable exchange. His breath came out heavier now, chest rising and falling, every exhale betraying the heat simmering just beneath his skin.

His length was already standing at attention, rock hard and raring to go. You eased ever so slightly closer, purposefully letting your breath flit over where he was sensitive and throbbing. He couldn’t bite back the small moan that left the back of his throat.

“Oh, Raditz…,” you whispered, deliberately soft, watching the way his Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed. “One little strip of cloth and suddenly you don’t know what to do with yourself.”

He snarled, a low, animalistic sound caught between irritation and need, but the effect was ruined when his cock twitched under your touch, helpless to the shiver you dragged out of him. He could pretend all he liked, but his body refused to lie.

Your hand drifted down again, tracing languid shapes over the flesh above his dick, pausing just shy of the base. His hips shifted involuntarily, a small, submissive display of neediness that he’d hate himself for later. The sight nearly made you laugh. This was the same man who strutted around after battle, dripping blood, arrogance and power, but here he was, reduced to fidgeting under your feather-light touch like an obedient dog waiting for your beck and call. 

“You’re enjoying this too much,” he growled, voice strained.

“And you’re not enjoying it enough,” you countered smoothly, leaning down to brush your lips against his inner thigh, letting your teeth scrape ever so slightly. His breath caught again, sharp and raw, and you knew you’d found another weak spot.

His hands, bound by nothing but his own promise and shame, flexed against the sheets. The tension in his arms told you how badly he wanted to grab you, flip the roles and toss you onto your stomach and fuck you brainless. But he didn’t. That, more than anything, told you what kind of trust the two of you shared beneath all of his bravado.

“You’re lucky I like you,” he muttered, though the quiver in his voice betrayed just how close he was to breaking.

You laughed softly, the sound warm against his skin. “Lucky? Raditz, you’re the one sprawled out and begging for mercy.”

“Begging?” he snapped, his pride flaring even as his thighs tensed beneath your wandering hands. “I am not begging for anything!”

Drunker than a sailor, you waltzed through the entrance of the house that you shared with your boyfriend. Raditz was already seated at the kitchen table. His arms were crossed.

He took note of how you clumsily made your way through the kitchen and dropped your purse beside him.

“Night out with the girls, huh?!” He cocked an eyebrow.

“Yep! You bet Raddy!” She pinched his chin.

Raditz rolled his eyes.

Raditz was training all day and hadn’t realized that you went out until around supper time. He was instantly annoyed at how intoxicated you were when you returned home. His eyes shifted toward the clock, it was 2AM.

“Why didn’t you tell me you were going out tonight?” His arms were still crossed.

“Whatcha’ mean? You were busy and I didn’t want to bother ya big guy!! Sides' it was a last minute decision."

“You could have at least sent me a text.”

“You wouldnt’a seen it anyway!” She retorted.

Raditz was glaring at you. “Yeah, right.. and do you even look at your phone, woman!?

“Huh!?” Your phone died. Raditz sent a few texts and called your phone multiple times while you were out.

“I went out looking for you.”

“Well!! It’s all A-OK! Cause I’m back baby!” You enunciated with your hands up.

Raditz stood up “No it isn’t.” He walked toward their bedroom. “I’m going to bed. Just come join me when you’re ready.”

You freshened up as best as you could all while trying not to overthink. You changed into some pajamas and crawled into bed beside him. He was laying on his back and you nuzzled into his chest.

It was quiet but you knew he was still awake.

Slowly, you took your hand and started to trail down from his chest to his abs. You reached his treasure trail and before you could snake your hand down further, you felt his hand grab yours.

“We aren’t having sex when you’re drunk.”

You became upset. “What so you’re rejecting me now too!? Besides that!! I’m hardly drunk anymore!”

Raditz was silent.

“You may as well move a bed to the training room too since that’s all you fucking do these days!” Tears filled your eyes. You stormed out of the bedroom slamming the door shut with a blanket and pillow in hand.

Raditz stared at the ceiling. So that’s what this was about. He had been training a lot lately, working extremely hard. The last time he took her out anywhere was perhaps one.. no, maybe even six months ago? Fuck.

About 15 minutes had passed and he got up and walked out of the bedroom. There she was in the living room. She had the couch futon pulled out. He crept closer and curled up under the blanket behind her, spooning and wrapping an arm around her.

She sniffled and then shifted a bit.

“You have no idea what you do to me.” He admitted.

Still silent.

“I’m sorry.” His head was by her neck.. “Tomorrow I’m taking you out somewhere nice."

“You don’t have to do that Radi-“

“We're going out for the day.”

…....

“You don’t need to take me anywhere. All I want to do is spend more time with you, that’s it. I feel like we haven't seen each other lately… even though we live together.”

She was so fucking cute.

“And…” she went on. “I’m sorry for not communicating my feelings properly and for blowing up. You don’t deserve that.”

“Sometimes I deserve it.”

“No you don’t.”

Raditz trails behind you as you open the door to your new home. It’s still relatively new, even if you have been there for two weeks already. Bulma kindly gave you one of the many capsule houses she had after it was clear Raditz wasn’t going anywhere, and you couldn’t be more thankful. He was like a giant cat, and if he didn’t have any space to roam around, he might actually start breaking things in your tiny apartment, so a big house with a yard was in order. 

You watch him as he takes off his shoes, leaving them haphazardly on the floor as he walks to the fridge. It’s too early for dinner, but not late enough to eat for him, you figure. He quickly makes himself at home, and while it annoys you that you have to tide up after him (if you weren’t even there, all the clothes would just be lying all over the goddamn place), it warms your heart that he seems to be so at ease in this place with you, wearing clothes you had bought for him that fit him just right. A skin tight shirt and jogging pants just seem to be made for him. You miss those short shorts sometimes, though.

“You’re staring again.” Raditz grumbles without looking at you as he munches on a sandwich you had left on the fridge.

“And you’re leaving crumbs all over my floor again.” You fire back, playfully glaring at him as you sit by the kitchen table. 

Raditz grins at you as he eats what was left of the sandwich in one single bite before sitting besides you. 

“Are you still in disbelief that I’m staying here with you?” He asks casually.

“Kinda. I’m getting used to it since you still leave to train or something.” You reply, lowering your eyes. “I’m still a bit scared you’re not gonna come back I guess…”

“If that were to happen, it means I died.”

“Wow, that’s great comfort, thank you.”

“You’re hard to please, woman.” Raditz rolls his eyes, the grin on his face getting even wider. “I meant that someone would have to kill me to not make me come back to my own home, and even then that probably wouldn’t be enough.”

“Now that’s romantic.” You smile warmly at him. 

“Think what you will.”

You chuckle quietly as he gets up to get wine and two glasses. Raditz is still very rough around the edges, sometimes saying hurtful things because he simply doesn’t know any better. However, you had noticed certain changes in his attitude and even his words. Subtle, small and only perceptible to you, and that’s all you need. 

A contrast to Goku, who had yet to return from space. Him and Raditz had gone to planet Namek together, but only Raditz returned when Gohan and the Namekians did. You thought Goku would be eager to come back to his wife and son, but it’s been a while now and not a trace of him yet. 

“It’s weird. You say that but your brother doesn’t seem to be bothered about coming home.” You comment, sipping from your glass of wine. 

“It probably has to do with the Super Saiyan state he achieved.” 

“Oh?”

“I’m assuming that’s what it is.” 

“Is it, like… dangerous?”

Raditz pauses, glancing at you as he drinks his glass of wine. 

“For someone like Kakarot, who is so easy going… He probably has too much power at once when his emotions are burning up.”

“So?”

“So, yes, it’s probably dangerous.”

You take another sip, pondering on what Raditz has said. It’s true that Goku would never put his family, or any of his loved ones at risk; it makes sense that want to come back yet. You just hope Chichi would understand it. 

“How do you feel about the Super Saiyan thing?” You ask, looking at him carefully. 

“I will achieve it.” Raditz states, without an ounce of doubt in his voice. 

You don’t push him, recognizing the gleam in his eyes. He’s ambitious, like any Saiyan. And he doesn’t talk about feelings or anything like that, but you assumed that seeing Goku transform must have triggered a stronger greed in him. 

When Raditz turns to look at you, you smile.

“What?”

“I will protect you.”

“Protect me from…?” You blink, taken aback. 

“Anything. Everything.”

“Oh, Raditz,” You coo, leaving your glass at the table as you get up to sit on his lap, which he eagerly pulls you to. “You’re so sweet.”

“That’s not-That’s not what I meant!” A faint blush creeps up on his cheeks, and your smile gets wider as you wrap your arms around his neck. 

“What did you mean, then?”

“It means…” Raditz is getting nervous, and you thread your fingers through his hair to try and calm him down. You love getting him all flustered, but you value when he’s being naturally romantic, even when he doesn’t want to admit it. “It means I will get stronger so nothing happens to you.”

That was a confession as far as you are concerned, and you beam before kissing his lips. 

His arms hold tightly onto you, squeezing your sides before roaming your back, pressing you closer as he quickly deepens the kiss. His kisses are rarely sweet and brief, but you aren’t complaining, especially not now.

Raditz is sweet. It was surprising that he has let his guard down with you; it has been almost two years, but you consider that a small amount of time when his entire life has been filled with violence and hardship since he was born. So you kiss him fervently, with all the passion you have for him, because you know it has taken everything in him to tell you that this is his home, and that he would protect you. 

You hum into the kiss when your tongues tangle together, feeling his hands tighten around your waist, keeping you close to him. When you run your fingers through his hair, a low growl rumbles from his chest.

Without any effort, Raditz picks you up, holding you securely in his arms as you make a noise of surprise into the kiss. Tightening your arms around his neck, you’re too focused on trying not to fall down than kissing him back like he’s currently doing; he isn’t going to make you fall, but the tiny fear is still there. 

“I’m not letting you fall.” Raditz chuckles as he walks to the room with you in his arms. 

“I know, but-”

“You gotta trust me a bit more.” 

You open your mouth to retort, to tell him that isn’t the case at all, but his hand slapping your thigh particularly hard makes a sharp moan come out instead. Raditz laughs, pressing a kiss to your neck as he reaches the bed, unceremoniously dropping you on it. You bounce so high a yelp escapes your lips, and you’re ready to chastise him for it but he’s quick in crawling over you. 

His mouth is on yours in the blink of an eye, this time more fervent and needy, as if he was trying to swallow you whole. You’re surprised but return it just as eagerly, sliding your tongue against his, moaning into his mouth, as you cling to his shirt. 

It’s one of the few times you feel how desperate and eager he is to fuck you, grunting into your mouth like a wounded animal as he settles between your legs, swiftly pressing his bulge against your core and grinding down. You’re sure of his affection for you, but you rarely feel it as intensely as right then. And you’re too weak for him, you have always been, moaning keenly as you felt his hard erection pressing deliciously against your clothed core. 

You don’t want to come like this, not when you could take each other’s clothes off; as hot as dry humping was, seeing Raditz naked, with his cock hard and thick for you, is something you don’t want to deprive yourself of. 

As you yank at his shirt, wordlessly asking him to take it off, you gasp for air when he pulls away, almost ripping the cloth off as he pulls it up and off his chest. He wastes no time in trailing his hands underneath your shirt, quickly getting you out of it and discarding it haphazardly while you get rid of your bra (something you were scared he might actually thorn). 

With firm hands, Raditz reaches for your chest, kneading your tits hard enough to make you squeal, but soft enough so it wouldn’t hurt. He presses open mouth kisses to your cleavage, licking and sucking on the curves of your breasts. You moan when his thumbs swipe over your nipples, but you’re surprised that his groans are louder than yours. 

“Fuck, I’m gonna go crazy…” He grunts against your skin, grazing his teeth.

You smile. Raditz hasn’t been this desperate since he came back from Namek (obviously, considering the last time you had sex was before Vegeta and Nappa got to Earth), but it’s different then. It’s a different kind of desperation, he’s not trying to just get off. 

He is dying to touch you, to have you all for himself. 

With your fingers buried in his hair, you tug at it gently to make him look at you before guiding him to your lips. You kiss him, slow and passionate, tangling your tongues together as you massage his scalp, making him hum. 

“Tell me what you’re thinking, what you’re feeling.” You request; you know he might say no, no matter how softer Raditz might have gotten, it’s not like it’s easy for him. 

“I’m thinking that I fucking need you.” He replies right away, with a look in his eyes you hadn’t seen before. “That I’ve never been so hard in my life. Like I might die if I don’t get to have you right fucking now.”

You stare in surprise, your heart beating rapidly inside your chest. Your cheeks are hot from all the blood rushing; he’s taller, bigger and physically more powerful than you, but you have never felt so formidable. 

You press your lips to his in a hot kiss, pushing at his shoulders until you’re both in a sitting position, panting and gasping into each other’s lips. 

“Tell me more.” You demand, fingers trailing down his chest, caressing his skin until you reach the hem of his pants. 

“More?” Raditz asks, with a breathy chuckle when your hand presses against the front of his pants. “Fuck… I’m leaking just at the sight of you.”

“Yeah?” 

“Yeah.” He flashes a smirk, as a way of saving face for showing a slightly more submissive side, you think. “And I need to get you ready, all nice and wet for my cock.”

Maybe he’s simply trying to let you know that he feels safe enough with you. You look at Raditz with a wide eyed gaze, biting your lip when you tug at the waistband of his pants. He takes them off in the blink of an eye, helping you get rid of your own clothes, yanking down your shorts and underwear in one swift move. 

There’s a smile on your face as you kiss him again, his hands gripping and squeezing your hips and thighs as they roam your body. But as much as you’re enjoying the handsy foreplay, you’re ready to make his words come true. 

With a slight push at his shoulders, Raditz falls with his back against the mattress, never pulling away from your lips as you straddle him. 

You have been a little shy the first time he made you sit on his face, but never again afterwards. Raditz was simply dying to eat you out every time, and he has shown it time and time again. It isn’t any different then, when his eyes gleam with lustful energy as your thighs straddle his head. 

“Yes, baby, let me taste your sweet pussy.” Raditz licks his lips, wrapping his arms around your legs. 

You blush, excited when you feel his breath wash over the sensitive skin of your core. 

A moan escapes you when his tongue eagerly swipes over your entrance. Raditz groans as soon as he tastes your slick, making your heart skip a beat. 

He commits himself to your pleasure, and you can’t stop thinking about how you’ve never seen him be this way before. You aren’t complaining; he’s making every noise imaginable as his mouth explores your entrance, tracing every corner as he buries his tongue inside you. His groans and hums send vibrations right through you, making your insides stir. 

It takes only a moment to make that warm knot tighten in your abdomen, and the skin between your legs feels like it’s burning the more Raditz runs his tongue over it. You try to stay upright as much as you can, but pleasure is making your body shudder. 

Raditz has his eyes on you, paying attention to your every reaction. His hands hold onto you tightly, fingers digging into the flesh of your hips, letting you move against his mouth but preventing you from pulling away. 

It’s a natural reaction to try to pull back when the pleasure builds faster and faster, as if your body was a live wire, vibrating with every move of his tongue. Your orgasm feels so close, but you don’t get to have it before Raditz pulls back. You gasp, frustrated and in surprise, as he repositions you on his lap. 

“Not yet,” Raditz says with a smirk before you can complain. “I want to feel you come around my cock.”

You feel his erection through the only piece of clothing left between the two of you, his boxers. He was hot and hard, pressing deliciously between your legs.

You urgently help him pull down his underwear, feeling as desperate as he is to have his dick inside you. Raditz sits up, with a hand curled on your waist and a mischievous smile as he holds his length in his hand while you try to ease down. You’re more than ready, but you want to savor every inch. 

Moaning wantonly, you move your hips, easing down on his erection, the tip sliding past your entrance. Raditz makes a hoarse noise, his hand in your waist tightening. He looks almost in pain, brows furrowed and a darkness filling his eyes. 

His eyes stare right through you, giving you the same attention you were giving him. He groans and grunts just as you gasp, feeling like it was taking forever to have his dick inside you, but enjoying the process nonetheless. 

When your skin finally meets his, you both sigh in relief. 

“Fuck, I wanted to take my time,” Raditz laments in painful voice. “But I don’t think I can do it.”

It surprises you how honest he’s being. You’d be worried if it wasn’t for the fact that his cock is pulsing with excitement inside you at the present. 

“You sound like you’re going to die, babe.” You tease him with a smile, moving your hips ever so slightly, humming with bliss. 

Raditz tightly wraps his arms and his tail around your waist, keeping you as close as possible, stilling your hips.

“I just might.”

A sharp moan escapes your lips when Raditz thrusts with such force that makes shivers travel up your spine. 

The pace he sets is steady, surprisingly measured. He moves his cock fast and precise, only to pull back slowly, enjoying the warmth of your pussy. It leaves you completely breathless, unable to do anything except whimper and gasp. 

“You feel so good, I’m gonna fucking lose it…” Raditz groans against the skin of your chest, pressing his lips to the curve of your tit. 

His dick gliding and reaching all the right places makes it hard for you to think, but you’re positive you’ve never seen him like that. And you’re worried.

“Raditz…” Your voice drips concern and lust simultaneously. 

It’s the wrong time to be concerned, but he talks as if he truly were to die any second.

The idea that he’s going to disappear at any moment filled you with momentary anguish, interrupted by his determined gaze focusing on your face.

“I love you.”

Taken aback, you’re left breathless for a long second. 

Now it feels like you’re the one who’s going to die. 

“Wha-”

“You heard me.” Raditz huffs with a lopsided grin. 

You weren’t expecting him to say those words, you weren’t going to be upset about it if he never did. His love for you is evident in other aspects, like him sleeping every night on the same bed as yours, on the way he holds you when you’re falling asleep or waking up, on the kisses he gives you unprompted at random times. You didn’t need him to say it because you know he loves you. 

Even the words he had said before, “this is my home” and “I will protect you”, drip love. As far as you were concerned, Raditz has proved himself enough times. You would have never chastised him for not saying that three letter sentence. 

But your heart jumped inside your chest when he did. 

It’s inevitable for your brain to be rattled, and his cock wildly sliding in and out of your pussy isn’t helping. 

He thrusts into your pussy with enough force to make you jolt and gasp. The grip of his tail on your waist gets tighter, and his hands hold onto you so firm as if he wants to become one with you. 

You want just the same. You dig your nails onto his shoulders, kissing him fervently as Raditz speeds up his moves, ramming his cock into you. The sudden onslaught catches you off guard, but his words resonate in your mind. 

“Raditz!” You called for him, clinging to his shoulders. Your mind’s in a haze; if he keeps going, you’re afraid you might not be able to respond to his words properly, like he deserves. 

Raditz kisses you passionately, swallowing down all the noises you make while his tongue explores your mouth, hands squeezing your waist and hips. The pace of his thrusts is unrelenting, grazing every sensitive spot inside you that makes you see stars. He whispers your name against your lips with every thrust. 

You’re too overwhelmed to think straight.

“I love you too.”

Raditz stares at you with a gleam full of affection, a gleam that is only reserved for you and that no one else would recognize as such. Cupping his face, you go back to kissing him, hotly intertwining your tongues. 

The room seems to have run out of air, and all you can do is breathe through the kisses Raditz is giving you. You cling to him, pressing your bodies together as humanly possible, while his cock glides in and out of your pussy, the wet, sloppy sounds filling your ears. 

You were close to your climax when he ate you out, so it isn’t difficult for you to get there now. The warm knot in your abdomen gets tighter every time the head of his dick grazes the deepest spot inside you. The pleasure that has been pooling in your abdomen is close to bursting, and Raditz makes sure you come immediately by sneaking his hand between your bodies and pressing his fingers to your clit, rubbing circles with the right amount of pressure. 

You don’t warn him about your climax because you simply can’t, but he probably doesn’t need the warning, knowing your body more than you even know it yourself. You come with a stuttering moan as your orgasm makes your body shudder, from the tip of your toes to the top of your head. You see stars behind your lids and your mind turns blank, completely overwhelmed by delight. 

Raditz curses under his breath, most of which you’re too far gone to catch, and he immediately comes right after, grunting and growling against the skin of your neck. He spills his cum inside you, cock throbbing and making you jolt while you’re still in the aftershock of your own orgasm. He pumps his cock in and out you, riding out his orgasm, and you dig your nails on the skin of his shoulders hard, overstimulated. 

When he slumps back in the bed, you yelp, surprised. You fall back with him, his arms and tail still wrapped tightly around you and his cock nudged inside your pussy. His chest heaves as he catches his breath. You nuzzle his neck, feeling his heart beat enthusiastically inside his ribcage. 

It’s nice.

Raditz’s hold on you never loosens. There’s a long silence that follows, but you’re comfortable in it. You can only hear the intake of breath on his side and the small breeze coming through the window. It’s strange to feel such peace after everything that has happened in all those years, so you value this moment, your fingers caressing his neck and threading through his hair. 

“It’s weird…” Raditz starts, trailing one of his hands up your back. 

“What is?”

“This.” He replies, tightening his arms around you. “I haven’t gotten used to this kind of thing yet.”

“Do you not like it?” You ask with caution. You know he loves you, like he said; but you also think that he loves the recklessness and violence of his previous lifestyle. 

“No, I think that is what’s weird, that I like it.”

“Do you miss how things were like before?” You’re still wary when you ask, holding onto him firmly. 

“No.” Raditz says right away. There’s no doubt in his voice, no shakiness or lack of determination. That’s enough for you. 

“I love you, Raditz.” You repeat, voice soft. 

You turn your head to kiss him, and Raditz meets your lips halfway. He hums and sighs into the kiss, tasting your mouth as if it’s the first time. His tail slides down your lower back, squeezing your butt and wrapping itself around your thigh. His cock inside you throbs, making you shiver. 

“Don’t make me say it again.” Raditz whispers against your lips. 

You gaze at him, and you’re happy to notice the rosy hue on his cheeks. 

“Out of all the things we’ve done, this is what’s making you blush.”

“I have done too many things in my life, but not that.”

“It’s fine if you don’t say it again.” You plant a small kiss on his lips.

“I know myself, it’s gonna come out, especially when we’re fucking.” Raditz grins when you chuckle. “Just don’t go advertising it to everybody. I still have a reputation.”

A lot of things must have happened in Namek, even if it’s been a few months since he has returned. You’re not sure what’s making him so sensitive today, but you’re not going to complain. There’s no anxiety in your heart, no fear that he might leave, and he’s looking at you with a gleam that you now know the meaning of.