Lover of all things Vegeta

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One arm is locked tightly around your waist, the other, your upper back, his hand cupping your opposite shoulder as he holds you in place against him, his face buried against your neck.

There’s a burning in his eyes, one that he conceals by keeping his face buried in your neck. Atop him, you begin to shift and squirm, no doubt overstimulated and desperate to be relieved from the friction his body creates, but his hold on you only tightens.

Not yet; he’ll let you pull away soon, and then he will withdraw from the haven of your body. He just needs another moment, a chance to steady himself against the waves of emotion swelling and crashing inside his chest, beating against his lungs. That’s all he needs; one more chance to find his footing somewhere among the rubble, because nothing remains of him, now. There are no great, castle walls, no armor that’s left, to guard his heart. You’ve shattered it all and waded through the pieces of his defenses without so much as a scratch. Now, you hold it on your hands. It is a broken, bleeding thing, and he can’t imagine it’s worth much at all, but it’s yours all the same.

Because Sanemi loves you.

He loves you unlike anyone or anything else, and it’s as overwhelming as it is beautiful, so he just needs another moment.

i used to think he was just being a bitch for no reason but to be honest i think if i had to put up with this id be pissy too

Once the last poor soul has finally dragged himself past the gate, you return to the manor. You know exactly where he is — the private courtyard around back, probably splintering every training dummy within reach. He barely acknowledges your approach, launching instead into an impassioned rant about fucking imbeciles and how they’re all going to get themselves killed, and when did the Corps start accepting these damn weaklings into its ranks?

You don’t say a word and your silence finally pushes him to turn around. The veins in his forehead are ticking and his pupils are pinpricks and he’s breathing like an ox — chest sweaty and heaving, beads of perspiration sliding between his pecs.

“What?” He barks, and you only raise an eyebrow.

Sighing, you lower yourself to your knees before him.

GOHAN NO

DOUBLE EYEBROWS

Sanemi’s face was hard to draw for me oounuosdfnSMSMIM

You frown as you trace the lines of his hand; map the tendons and bone. “Do you mind doing it the way we have? I mean — I feel like you do most of the work.”

“And?”

“That’s got to be annoying, right? Even a little?” You don’t know why self doubt is choosing now to make its ugly appearance, and you resent yourself all the more for it. Why ruin this perfect afterglow moment, when you know damn well your time with him is precious, and that soon, his phone will buzz and he will have to stop being yours for the time being?

“Why’re you acting like we’re in some fuckin’ rush?” He sits up when you drop his hand, blanket gathered around his hips as he reaches for you. “I don’t mind bein’ patient, baby, you’re still learning.” He pauses for a moment, before adding, “‘sides, sex with you is the best I’ve ever had. I didn’t know it could be this fuckin’ good.”

You’re inclined to echo your agreement, but then, it wouldn’t hold much weight. Not when your own experience had been non-existent prior to him. Still, Sanemi’s reassurances aren’t enough to fully soothe — because it’s exactly because of your inexperience that you can’t help but feel a little…inadequate.

“I barely do anything. I — I don’t even know what to do, half the time. Books only teach you so much.” You duck your head in embarrassment. “I know I have a long way to go before I’m anything like the others.”

Sanemi looks at you quizzically. “Since when does that matter? You’re it for me, you know that — don’t you?”

“I do, but — I know you got used to a certain…” you swallow hard, your cheeks burning. “Level of experience, I guess? And I’m worried about making sure you enjoy it.”

Sanemi’s stare is incredulous as he mouths the words enjoy it. A warm hand slides down your abdomen and dips between your thighs, and you squeak when you feel his fingers part your slick folds.

“Does this feel like I’m not enjoying it, Y/N?” Sanemi’s callused fingers spread the mixture of his fluids and yours across your center, circling your swollen clit. “You think I’d make this kind of mess out of you if I wasn’t?”

You don’t answer; you can’t, not as your head tips back, a sigh vibrating in your throat. Sanemi watches your face hungrily, his fingers continuing his languid, tortuous movements before he pulls his hand away.

He silences your moan by pressing his fingers to your lips, a silent command for you to part them that you obey. Any mournful whimper you’d had is replaced by a soft moan as the taste of his pleasure and yours sweeps across your tongue.

“All the experience in the world can’t hold a candle to what I feel with you. For you.” Sanemi’s voice is raw as he watches you suck him clean, your tongue flicking along the outside of his index finger. “I told you, you’re it for me. Everyone else can go fuck themselves.”

NSFW. MDNI.

A quick double-tap on your phone screen flips the camera around, and Sanemi points it right where he appears and disappears inside of you.

“See that?” The phone’s light reflects off the shiny wetness coating his cock. “Look how fuckin’ tight she’s gripping me. You seriously thought you’d find better? You that fuckin’ stupid?”

His free hand moved from its steadying place on your ass, thick fingers parting into a v to rub the seam between your thighs. Your responding moan is guttural, and Sanemi smirks at the sight of your ex’s jaw clenching hard enough to crack teeth.

“She was wasted on you - fuck,” Sanemi hisses when you throw your hips back, grinding into him with desperate, needy circles. It takes an enormous amount of effort to force the fog in his head to clear enough to remember this is about revenge, not his own needs.

“Bet you couldn’t make her cum right.” Sanemi forces through his teeth, hips snapping forward with enough force to propel you up the bed. “Consider this a free lesson.”

Before he can put more thought into it — like all the ways this can go terribly, horribly wrong — Sanemi hits the answer button.

“Hey asshole,” he greets as your ex’s ratty face blinks at him through the phone. Sanemi catches a glimpse of himself in the corner and smirks. It’s clear he’s bare chested and sweaty. The ends of his hair stick to his temples, and there’s a pink flush across his cheeks from exertion.

Surprise bleeds into confusion as your ex furrows his eyebrows. “Shinazugawa?” The ape asks. “Where’s Y/N?”

“Tch. Right here, man.”

Phone in hand and still carefully trained on his face, Sanemi lays down atop you, chest bearing into your back as his hips push heavy into your rear, sealing you against the mattress. The resulting stretch as your body works to accommodate his, heavy and thick, has you babbling his praises, your moans muffled where they’re smothered into the blankets.

Fuck, he’s even deeper in you like this. It’s enough to make every coherent thought scatter from his head, but revenge is one hell of a motivator. Sanemi clings to it, lets it ground him enough to keep focus, even as your pussy tries to milk it out of him.

“You wanna talk to her? Be my guest. C’mere, baby,” he coos into your ear. Slowly, Sanemi slides his hand under you, fingers gripping your jaw to guide your face up from the bed.