#and a man who was beautiful and sought after scarred and then considered monstrous and repulsive for that scarring has a lot further to fal

[carnal-lnstinct]

Delicate

Summary: For now he had you and Goku, and the occasional thunderstorm that cleansed his sorrows. The Earth held many new wonders for him to explore. He couldn’t wait to find them, especially with you. ( Sequel to The Way You Said I Love You One shot )

Pairing: Broly ( DBS ) x Fem!Reader  Word Count: 6279 AO3 Rating: Mature / 18+ A/N: Naturally after giving Broly a sweet moment in the I Love You series, I had to follow my original spicy version of his one shot as a sequel and I will happily contribute to putting Broly content out into the world. Warning: ( explicit language, first time, size difference )

[ “I Love You” ]  [ Chapter 1 ]  [ Chapter 2 ]  [ Chapter 3 ]

Watching the rainfall from the window easily became Broly's humble little hobby here on Earth. He did not flinch at the sounds of thunder any longer or so much as blinked when lightning raced in the clouds, but eagerly waited by the window to watch the Earth replenish itself. Refreshing himself in some way. Never had something sounding so furious soothe him since playing with Ba. It almost disappointed him when it was just raining without the thunder and lightning. He was fine watching it alone, contemplating his place on this new planet and learning to adjust to the lifestyle of an Earthling as his remaining saiyan counterparts had. But whenever you joined his side he truly felt content. Comforted by the thought he was free to be alone with the rain if he wants to, but having that coziness of another presence with him when he was done being alone. He trusted the beauty of this peaceful planet, drawn by the happiness it gave him.

When he was not training to master control of his monstrous power with Goku or exploring the endless wonders of the Earth, he sought only to stick by your side. You are smart to him, kind to him without wanting anything in return. Something he learned to accept again after meeting Cheelai and Lemo. Though he did want to give you his gratitude any way he could with the manners taught to him by his father, but also with the strength he once cursed. He now sought to protect his new friend. He doesn't have many of those around these days with Lemo and Cheelai on the run from the Frieza Force, finding it better they all separated than to be ambushed by the Frieza Force all in one place even with a planet occupied by such powerful saiyans. They would not have Broly fight another needless battle for their sake, but they try to keep in touch as often as they can just to show they are alive and well.

And the loss of his father still weighed on his heart. It wasn't always pleasant growing up with Paragus, but that was still his father. His family. Paragus did what he felt necessary to ensure their survival, with what strength he had he protected them both. Surviving is not kind, there is only a need to live and a want to keep living. That's how Broly learned to survive for himself and his father when the old man's age and training scars started to catch up on him. Even if it hurts or raised a sense of dread in Broly, it was different to live without his father anymore. That hurt, too. According to Goku, it was too soon to make a wish on those dragon balls but it was possible to bring his father back to life. Broly at least had time to consider it, though he was hesitant. Not out of resentment for the man, but because he also felt a sense of relief in his grief. 

If there was anything he learned from his fight with Goku and Prince Vegeta was that those old hates need to go away and he doesn't have to finish a fight he didn't start. He'll fight when he wants to and when it excited him. Revenge for King Vegeta's actions ended when not only Planet Vegeta was destroyed but when Paragus died as well. Broly doesn’t have to fight that war anymore. Honestly, it felt like a betrayal to the man who raised him to not immediately have the desire to revive him, but he could worry about that when the time came. He was at least able to return to the Earth to bury the remains of the man. Maybe he needed the rest from surviving so long too, what better place to rest than the beautiful Earth?

For now, he had you and Goku (or Kakarot as he preferred the larger saiyan to call him), and the occasional thunderstorm that cleansed his sorrows. But that wasn't so bad now, especially with you. Your smile made him tingle inside and learning who you were as a person here on Earth just brought such warmth into his heart. Not to mention how he came to trust you with his prized possession and the care you put into keeping Ba's ear clean and soft for him. It started to smell less and less like the Vampa beast and the years of filth accumulated in it but he didn't hate the smell that came from it now. It just smelled more like you. He would open up more about his experiences on Vampa where he didn’t feel that weight of his father’s vengeance on his shoulders, recalling the fun he had on his own or with Ba before the incident. You never heard Broly laugh before, but when he told you how he use to push the large parasitic bugs on their backs to watch them squirm because of how they struggled to turn over, it was like you were talking to that bratty little kid who found joy in tormenting the poor bugs back then. A glimpse at the purity in his smile trying to return from the dark place he shoved it down into.

Naturally, it was only a matter of time before you became enamored with each other. You hadn't quite looked at him the same since he held you during his first thunderstorm. He fitted you to him like he was filling a hole in his soul with you, asking without words for your permission to feel safe with you. Your body was warmed from the cool storm breeze and dampness of your clothing by being so close to him. You could envision him holding you like that again and again. More closer, with both his larger arms fully embracing you. Yet you hesitated to pursue such feelings at first. You didn't want to take advantage of his feelings simply because he made himself at home with you and you spent so much time doing things for him. You wanted to take care of him to make up for the quiet suffering he held to himself. He’s not obligated to love you for that and when he was finally ready to socialize more with the rest of the world he could fall in love when he wanted.

But Broly made it difficult to keep your friendship chaste. He would continue to find ways to touch your hand more. The way he hunched over to meet your gaze started to leave such little distance between you. It didn't help that he held such handsome features, either. The perfect specimen of the ideal man; He was tall, dark, and handsome with an attractive brood and delicious pout to match it. Not to mention the air of mystery surrounding his past and the impressive, inhuman strength he displays on a regular basis. And when he smiled...oh, when he smiled. He had a body carved by the gods, scars that could only be rewarded in their jealousy for the beauty they created with him. Your difference in size didn't let your thoughts remain so innocent of his physique either. It was a comfort and a curse to the lonely aches between your thighs remembering how his muscles felt when you dried him with the towel that day. Very, very little is left to the imagination in his saiyan suit without the ear tied to his waist.

You were both like two pots boiling over in pining frustration for each other, waiting for that moment that would release the build-up of your need. 

Until Broly had come in from his training and was caught in the rain on his way home one day. You held a towel out to him and he lowered his head for you to dry his hair instead of taking it from you. You innocently oblige, of course. His damp face peeked out from behind the fabric when you dried his messy bangs and the intensity of his eyes just locked you in when you found them watching you, all his beautiful features highlighted by the dull sheen of the water on his skin. The large saiyan leaned in closer gingerly brushing his thumb across your cheek. Your inhibitions peeled away when you drew in closer in return. Where you expected to finally kiss that beautiful pout, you're met with a large tongue sliding up the other side of your face instead. You couldn't hide the way such contact made you shudder in a mix of startle and arousal, but you could at least use it as a means to get a proper kiss out of him which he took to quite well once you explained it. If you were finally going to pursue this, you weren't going to rush into it and risk hurting him or yourself.

Kissing became normal between you in no time, but Broly would still find a means to put his tongue on you. Affectionately licking your face and neck when he nuzzles himself against you or licking at your fingers when he takes your hand in his. Simple kisses were nice and tingly too, but to him, they did not feel like it was enough for the closeness he wanted to share with you. Kissing, too, would start to incorporate his tongue leading to more heated make-outs that were harder to break from, leaving your mind drowning in a fuzzy warmth and your body heeding its own needs. Hands that roamed across his tanned muscles through the fitted black top and finding the larger scars across his body, larger hands that followed the outline of your form and pulled at your hips to take away the space between you. And the subtle, yet directing roll of hips between you both indicating the next level of affection building.

You could feel the way he was rubbing himself against your leg and had no doubt there was no way you could take him on the first try. One so humble with such a big heart would come so well endowed. The way his hips jabbed at you must have meant this was a completely new experience for him. Something you should have picked up on when he told you it was just him and his father surviving that awful planet all his life. After all, you did have to show him how to kiss you. Having it jutted into your leg certainly pulled you back in control of your mind and body and you managed to break from his lips with a heated shudder.

In the moment Broly answered only to the primal desire slowly but surely consuming inside him, an intuitive call unlike that of his inner Wrath State but not so far off. He was aware of his actions at least and still found very little control in stopping himself the closer he tried to become with you. Hands responding to a need to grasp that started bearing down on your weaker form to feel you more with his body. A mouth that wanted warmth from yours and craving the taste of it bringing him to kiss you more purposely when you tried to break away. And a heat making him susceptible to the sensitive, yet prominent need building between his legs. The whimper you made against his mouth heightened the pleasure, making it harder to heed any outside force than the carnal darkness creeping in on him. That is, until your forceful hands grasped his face and peeled him off with a loud smack of your lips. Your faces are flushed with heat, but your surprised eyes fluttering above your cheeks takes hold of his focus.

"Y-Your eyes.." You commented, panted trying to collect your breath from the strong kiss. Each eye of the large saiyan looking down on you was a shining, yellow glow defining the features normally hidden in his former dark orbs. His leer was so hazed with lust you couldn't see anything but his eyes, his expression saving you from fearing the otherwise terror that came associated with these eyes. You've seen them blue before when his hair turned gold but this was new. Your hand brushed his flushing cheeks, thumb tracing the skin under his eye. "That...they're beautiful.." He looked surprised to hear that. Your calming touch seemed to help him settle somewhat, and just like that the yellow glow faded back into the familiar dark circles.

"I-.." Broly swallowed, taking a deep breath as he reigned in his control. "..Thank you.." He simply answered. Broly released your hips and raised his hand to touch your face too, the large limb stroking your cheek as his stare fell from your eyes to your lips. When his thumb touched your bottom lip it felt like he was hearing his heartbeat in his own ears quickening and despite not kissing them again he instinctively rolled his hips and nudged his erection against your leg again. "Can I...uhh.. Can we kiss again?" He asked lowly. His lips pleaded for that touch but you could see in his eyes he meant for more. A relief from his arousal he hoped to find in filling your mouth with his large tongue again.

Oh... He was so cute. Going slow at this was not only frustrating for yourself but for him as well. You don't want to see him like this and it would become your responsibility to show him proper pleasure eventually if he chooses to kiss you like that again. Your other hand found his and you inched his thumb into your mouth. Your lips sucked around the appendage and you heard his breath stop as you slowly drew it away. "We can practice doing more.." You offered. And like the curious soul he was, Broly followed your lead without hesitation.

He was so sensitive and very receptive, attentive to your voice talking him through your actions that made his large cock twitch. When your hands exposed it and touched it something awakened that electrified his inside. The gentle sounds between your stroking of him lead him to spill his seed rather quickly in your hands. You weren't surprised by that. He didn’t come quietly, mouth hanging open and his face buried in your shoulder when he couldn’t hold your gaze anymore. His orgasm did bring back that yellow glow to his vision. It lingered with his arousal, highlighted further by the heavy breaths falling from his chest and the feeling of his half-hard and expended cock in your hands. The sight of him like this made you clench your thighs together as your warmth twitched between them. You knew you couldn't take him like this regardless of how wet you were. Even like this, with both your hands wrapped around it, it was intimidating to think about it being squeezed inside you. But you wouldn’t shy away from it for long. Preparing yourself for him now sounded twice as frustrating, so you opted for a temporary solution for both your sake. As he lied on his back under your direction, you'd hold his cock between your thighs, grinding the renewed erection between your plumb flesh and brushing him across your bare warmth. It felt like a lot already just feeling him open your folds and brush repeatedly over your aching clit, eliciting a pleasure you both could enjoy for now. Riding on him like this, you could easily open your thighs and leave it to rubbing your slick parts together until you both came.

You would do this with him almost regularly now, finding the most pleasure when you allow him to pump himself between your thighs from behind you. Once again you were blessed to be held against him from behind, but with the bonus of watching his large piece push through between your thighs over and over. Rubbing more than satisfactory orgasms from you while securing you with his strength and brushing his tongue across your skin. The more accustomed he became to emptying his balls between you the less you found that yellow glow in his eyes, however. It didn't matter, it didn't change how you felt with him. You started to bring lube into the mix which Broly took well as expected. It certainly made a sweeter sound to him when you coated his cock with it and he would thrust it between your hands and thighs for hours. 

You didn't forget your end goal, however. Practicing on your own when he was away continuing his training or called to aid the universe along with the other saiyans. You purchased yourself some new toys that would help you accommodate a man of his unnerving girth, the thought of the saiyan himself finally pounding away at your deepest parts fueling you. You used them slowly at first from the smallest one to the largest one you could compare to him. Not only inside your brave cunt but practicing to take him in your mouth as well. Different angles you found needing more adjusting to than others with the bigger sized one, but the right amount of lube and natural coating of your aroused insides helped greatly.

Then came the day you knew you would be ready.

It would be another first for you both in more ways than one. On this day, there was a surprise in the weather for Broly. It rained, or at least he thought it was raining. It wasn't loud at all when he watched it from his favorite place by the window. It was definitely falling, but it fell like the way feathers fall from birds. Drifting and whipping in the distant howl of the wind. This rain was so different. Or was there something else going on with the sky today?

"Oh, it's snowing!" You announced excitedly approaching the window.

"Snowing?" He repeated inquisitively as you joined his side.

"Yes!" You remembered his knowledge of the Earth's weather and quickly added, "-Oh, it's like rain but it only comes when it's cold outside and covers everything in blankets of it. When there's enough of it on the ground we should go out and play in it." As you had done with the rain once before, you opened the window and shivered at the cold air rushing in but didn’t let it deter your hand from reaching out. "We can make a snowman or build a snow castle! Or even make snow angels! Maybe even had a snowball fight!" As you let your hand catch the snow he instinctively joined you, once again close behind you and bringing his hand out to catch the snowflakes. The snow was completely silent as it fell, the only sound was the cold wind crying through the sky and even then it sounded miles away. It didn't "purr" or "roar" like a thunderstorm. Just cold and quiet and..eerie. There wasn't even a smell to it like how the rain consumed the air. He's not sure how to feel about it, but watching it all come down was pleasing in a way like watching the rain.

Did the snow cleanse the Earth like the rain did or just make it brighter? It set such an odd sensation inside him the longer he watched each snowflake quietly vanish in his palm. They came so peacefully and then they were gone at his touch. But looking out beyond his hand they collected in thin layers upon every surface he saw. Your car, the trees, the buildings in the distance even held a small line of white. 

Broly was not too unfamiliar with the touch of snow from his first day on Earth, he saw it on the ground and felt it throughout his fight with Vegeta and Goku until the snowy battleground changed in response to their great battle, but he didn't know exactly how it got there to begin with. Everything happened so fast that day, he was still picking up some pieces here and there from Goku months later. Watching snow fall from the sky was a different experience on its own. Perhaps he would always relate it to battle when it consumed the ground, but it looked like millions of tiny, pretty feathers dusting across the world.

You both let out a shiver when a particularly forceful gust of wind blew snow toward your faces and you retreated from the window with him, locking it shut. You continued to stay there watching it fall with him, brushing yourself up against him for warmth and his arms came around you to hold you close. He didn't mind hunching over a little to hold you, the large saiyan also seeking warmth from you. "It's too cold." He commented, eyes firm on the storm outside the frosted window.

"M'hm. But it's gonna be fun when it's all done falling."

"Can you eat it?"

"Uhh..Maybe not after it's settled on the ground. If this keeps up later today we can go out and try to catch the snowflakes with our tongues."

"Hm.. What does it taste like when it falls?"

"Like ice, really. It's just frozen water." Now that just made it more confusing. Ice was hard and crunchy and the snow, while cold like it, just disappeared without a trace as if some imaginary thing. You could feel him press his chin upon the top of your head as he contemplated the new information.

"Water is good.." He concluded with a soft shrug. He wasn't exactly thrilled to catch water on his tongue then if it were no different than the rain as far as taste goes. You gave him a soft chuckle and leaned back into his chest. Moving his arms further around you, Broly stands up straight and lifts you off your feet as he goes to sit in his chair by the window so he could continue to watch the outside. You are pulled into his lap and his hand rubs your shoulders before he leans against you again. His hands now rest loosely around you and his focus is out the window. You both watch the snowfall quietly before you start to lose interest in it. You place your hands on his and lift them to cup each of your clothed breasts to get his attention again. Broly blinks from his thoughts and looks down at you, finding your suggestive leer looking over your shoulder at him. You further encourage his touch by gently rocking your hips back and forth against his crotch. It doesn't take much to entice him and he responds with his hands lifting the weight of your warm breasts into his hold. He knows what you like about them by now and allows his fingers to brush across your nipples stiff from the cold, further warming them. First upward, then down and back up again until they distinguished themselves through the fabric of your top. Hardened further by the stimulation. You rocked your hips again this time to find his cock growing hard beneath his pelt.

Without hesitation, you started to remove your shirt and his hands return to catch your bare breasts, rolling each stiff bud with his thumbs as he watched you continue to shed your clothing. There was the smallest chill from being nearby the window, but you knew your skin would heat up momentarily. Broly then lifts you off his lap as if you weighed nothing, turning you around and planting his thick lips upon yours, your legs settling on each side of him while you pulled him in closer to you. Ba's ear is warm against your legs when you brushed them against the side of his hips, your hands pulling his formfitting black turtleneck up from his skin and peeling it off with his help. Your hands touch his bare chest now, ever amazed by the definition of his warrior build and sympathetic for the scars that adorned it. You don't linger there long, driven by your arousal to reach beneath the green pelt and remove the second layer beneath. Broly has to help you take his pants off too, balancing you against him with one hand and the other shoving down the rest of his clothing except Ba's ear. It's never gotten in the way before and it wasn't going to now. When he captures your lips again, his large tongue brushes over and you oblige his request to enter your mouth. He makes the most endearing hum against your mouth when your tongue twists with his and your hand starts to stroke at his cock between you. Your other hand is between your own legs stirring up your clit.

When he's fully hard, you pull from his kiss with a wet smack and reach to the small desk beneath the window, pulling back with you the bottle of lube left there from your last intimate session. The first distribution goes to the crown of his member as you massage it thoroughly around the full length of him. You grin as his breath became more audible and he rolled his hips into your hand in anticipation, stilling your movement as he slid his cock easily in your cupping grasp. The second bit is for yourself, squeezed into your fingertips and rubbed around your already wet bloom, even going as far as to press a finger into yourself with a moan from the easy stretch. You couldn’t help but continue to play with yourself in front of him, slicking your walls with the remaining lube on your fingers and enchanting him with the soft sighs in your pleasure. The sight was enough to drive Broly mad with lust for you, he could only be so patient when you were so close and so willing to have him. His hands cup your ass pulling you closer and lifting you to brush yourself against him instead. Just the way you like, the way that made you make those small sounds for him. You remove your hand from yourself and instead cup his cock between your folds, your other hand braced on his shoulder as he rolled his hips to meet the slow drag of your hips into his.

His eyes are focused on your face, the way your brow furrowed when you circled your hips against his shaft and the light "o" shape your lips took. Your hand soothes the other side not to leave an inch of his length untouched. Broly’s mouth opened slightly, tongue moistening his lips before he leaned over and drew the wet appendage across your neck, feeling you shudder in response before he closed his mouth around your skin. The touch of you, taste of your warm skin and winsome whimpers in his ears collated in a beautiful thrill driving his need to be closer to you. Safe body, beautiful body. Broly closes his eyes, his rough hands smoothing your skin up to your back to embrace you as you rocked your hips on your own, his low voice muffled against your skin moistening under his mouth.  

Your hips lift, clit and tip kissing for just a moment and then the head of his cock is completely warmed by a new sensation. His eyes shot back open when he felt you slowly sink your hips down and a wetness squeeze around his cock, melting around him. His grip on you grows tight and your stomach fluttering the more your insides stretched around him. It’s the sudden jolt of his hips to yours that sheathes him inside, the sharp moan you release making him jump back to look at you.

“Sorry,” He breathe and looked panicked, a hand going to cup your face. “I-I’m sorry-”

“No, no. Don’t stop!” You whined, cheeks heavy with flush more than he had seen it. You wrap both your arms around his shoulders and continued to roll your hips in his lap without a hitch. The heat of him at long last inside you, opening your practiced hole to fit just him and only him almost turned your brain to swill out of sheer pleasure. “I did this for y-you. All for you- you- Broly, you-” You moaned, one, two, three, countless kisses placed on his lips with your voice crying out in between ascending in your pleasure. All tipping you closer to the edge when his mouth consumed yours with a hefty growl and the pump of his hips into you bounced you on his thick cock.

It was everything you wanted for so long. He hit so deep putting such a rough, yet mesmeric pressure on your walls. He thrusted at you like he had never done before, his momentum almost difficult to follow. His strokes were so excited, uneven. Very quick instances of your cunt relieved of his pressure with his longer strokes only to be completely filled when he lifted his hips closer to yours, overwhelmed by his cock reaching deeper and pumping with little leeway. Both of you were unable to contain your voices, driven by the other to seek your fill of pleasures to the end. Broly held you against him at your upper back and around your hips, sinking in his chair to catch your soaking warmth on his cock better, your breasts plump and full against his chest. Once those perfect long strokes consistently knocked your hips around it finally happened.

Your voice shot up an octave as your nails buried in the skin of his shoulders and legs clenched at his sides. Every nerve inside your cunt exploded all at once and flashes of white took over your vision. You’re twitching, he’s twitching, his burly voice rattling the very room around you when your numbing insides felt a bit of extra pressure from his cock and a hotness filling you to the brim. You’re so tensed up around him you could barely registered the ache settling in from the pressure of him inside you. The walls of your soiled cunt both nestling around his spilling girth and pushing against it for relief. You were soon limp against his heaving chest, Broly’s head tilted back against the chair in breathless bliss.

He’s actually uncomfortable so deep inside now as the high start to fade and you slowly lift your hips with what strength you had, using your muscles to try and push him out of you. It came back in so smoothly, the same time Broly’s head rolling back down to look at you and his hands holding your hips down to hold himself inside. His eyes looked callous and wanting, golden with a subtle green tint around them when they find yours. The large saiyan leans forward with you and once again your bloom is brought back to that brutal momentum of his hips thrusting at you. He’s still so hard with his seed seeping between you. It felt like you were going to fall over at such force if he wasn’t holding you, but you still braced your hands on his arms. His shiny eyes ogled your bouncing breasts, pulling you back just enough to clamp his hot mouth around one of your nipples and drag his tongue across it, letting go and then doing it again until it slicked with his saliva and teeth marks.

The growls falling out his chest were so savage to match the might of which he pounded at you with those wild, uneven strokes again. The more he went at it, the less of a discomfort it became when you were brought to another orgasm. You felt the carpeted floor against your back suddenly as he laid you down without so much as stopping, bearing down on you in such a way it made your legs draw back and toes curl in when Broly rolled his hips into yours with those long, filling strokes again. It was like you were being stretched out again, as if he has gotten bigger inside you. You arched your back mewling helplessly at the pain and pleasure blending into one heightened mindset of numbing ecstasy. Broly is pushing into you and pulling your hips back to him with such force on your elevated hips there was no way you could wiggle out of it. 

“Bro- I’m-” You tried to speak out to tell him you were coming again but it came so quickly all you could do was ride out the intensity of it as he mercilessly thrust you through the flutters of your cunt clamping down him. In the instances your eyes could focus on him, it looked like he was in a trance, drool falling out the side of his gaping mouth and eyes watching his own cock squeeze itself inside of you over and over without resistance, drawn by the wet sound it made when your hips met. The drone of his voice in his breathless growls made him sound like some rutting beast. If he had pulled back too far and cause himself to sloppily fall out of you, he just shoved himself back in and thrust deeper instead. Once again pushing at your aching depths and pushing him from hitting so deeply after another orgasm. Your hands were fighting to grip the carpet around you just to find some relief from the assault. Both of Broly’s hands find the floor beside your head and your hips are raised higher when he leans over you, his unrelenting hips driving him even deeper inside you.

The corners of your eyes beaded up under the constant, overwhelming stimulation that when he finally came again you were happy to slip off his cock as he came on your stomach instead. You felt the floor beside your head crack under the power of his hands and see his arms tremble. He continues to rub his spurting member against your stomach, growling in his throat and shuddering throughout his spine and shoulders. You felt so weak under the glow of his eyes when you turned your head forward to look at him again. Your voice croaks when you call his name again but he doesn’t seem to respond to you. Entranced by the way his seed decorated your stomach and belly button and how his cock dribbled it out onto you. It was still hard, twitching against your body and you knew he would do it again but your body couldn't take that aggression so soon. The pleasure had faded quickly and there was only soreness in your hips and between your legs.

“I-I can’t..“ You whimper, reaching your hands to his face to make him look at you. It was scary how sharply he turned to face you when you spoke his name again, pupils shrunk in his feral gaze. “Come back, Broly.” You tried to speak calmly, clearing your throat to sound more firm. “Come back to me. C-Come back, beautiful boy..”

His shoulders still look tight and his grip won’t let up on the floor. You hear it further crack beneath you. Your hand smoothed his cheeks and circled the corners of his slack jaw. The furrow in his brow seemed to relax bringing a smile to you. “I didn’t mean to surprise you like that. You did great.” When you spoke again, his shallow huffs grew deep and his large chest slowed with more even breaths.

The hints of green was the first to fall from his eyes and his face completely relaxed under your hands. You slowly massage your way to the base of his skull and through his wild hair. “(Y/n)..”  He moans softly. The floor creaked as his grip fell away and he caresses your face in his large hand, yellow eyes looking you over. You pull him down on top of you and kiss him deeply.

Despite your aches, you focus yourself on him to settle him down, wrapping your arms around his neck to kiss at his lips more encouraging reciprocation. Broly purposely leaves his hands back on the floor, flat, away from you. Ashamed. He trains, he trains so that wouldn't happen and he let it anyway. What if he couldn’t stop?

“Did I feel good?" You asked him softly, brushing a hand down his hair. "That's why that happened, it's okay. You feel so damn good inside me..” You comforted him between kissing at his lips, rubbing your hands at his shoulders. You look back up into his still yellow eyes. They are calmer now, so exotic and attractive. You sigh happily feeling the tension leave his body. “You’re so beautiful.” You whisper to him.

Your hands on his face again fill an overwhelming sensation in his chest along with your comforting voice. It hit him so fast. Broly lets out a breath against your lips and feels warmth in his face as his whole body shuddered. The soft sound that huffed out of him was followed by a muffled, sadder one when he finally kissed you back. Another warmth fell from his eyes and every breath felt less heavy between your kisses, he moves his arms underneath you and nuzzles his face into your neck to hold you close and took in the scent of your softer skin. He didn't expect that reassurance when he clearly hurt you, he should be punished for doing that. And yet you made sure he didn't hold that guilt for it, continuing to kiss at his face and brush at his hair as he hid his sorrow in your skin. "Let it out, it's okay. I got you."  

Beautiful body, Safe body. Home.

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Cody x Reader

(18+)

Some smutty angsty sexyness that is Cody. My FIRST EVER fic written down properly and posted for the world to see. A story of a gal who was hurt by one man, but will be healed by another.

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"Umf!"

My breath rushed out of my chest as he pushed me down on to the bed. 

He loomed over me, predatory, menacing,... eyes of hard amber perusing my naked flesh, like a great beast considering the first bite of of his meal.

How I wanted him.

Cody.

He prowled up my form, muscles rolling under the bronzed skin. Spreading a scarred paw across my abdomen, he skidded it firmly upwards, the drag of the calloused fingers trailing tingles of delight in their wake. Upon my sternum. Between my breasts. He pressed his weight there upon my collarbone, while the his other hand dragged my knee to the wayside. Spreading my intimacy wide open before him he squirmed his thighs under mine, and flexed his hips outward. The result sent my insides fluttering like a caged bird, as his pelvis pressed forcefully against mine, crushing his solid member against my already eager sex.

My shuddering breath caught in my throat, and instead escaped as a groan so wanton in its tones it could've made his chaste monk of a general go scrambling for a clean pair of trousers.

He grinned, obviously pleased with my reaction.

"Is that so, Ad'ika?" The oppressive hand left my chest and slunk up across my neck. "You want me rough and angry?" 

His lilting baritone voice caressed my ears. Tantalizing is its veiled meaning. 

His hand darted under the nape of my neck, filled itself with my loose tresses, twisted and hauled at me firmly. I couldn't help but obey his touch, my body arching under his.

"I am not a gentle man…"

My hands groped at his skin, searching the sinews of his neck and then the muscles of his shoulders and back, seeking a sturdy hold I could use to pull him closer to me, whimpering all the while with my eagerness. 

Cody took the opportunity to thrust an arm underneath me to maintain the curving slope I had offered him. Dipping his head he tasted my lips, and neck, licking and biting his way southward. 

As I wriggled against him, my heart raced, hammering against my ribs. He was fierce and dangerous and I was utterly at his mercy.

Cody was soldier born and bred. Diplomacy was not his strong suit, and thusly force and violence had been taught to him as the appropriate solution for every situation. It showed through in his attentions.

He was an alpha male. 

Proud. Regal. Dominant. 

He had watched me for so long, perfectly posed during briefings and meetings, so serene and dignified. But his eyes. They would occasionally meet mine across a holo display, and my insides would clench violently. Those golden gems positively dripped with a primal desire, whether to mate or to feed I wasnt ever sure, but he distinctly reminded me of a monstrous lion-cat I had seen caged at the grand zoo on Couresant. The great male had regarded me as a snack, protected by the durasteel bars. Knowing I was beyond his reach, he had silently paced and imagined the taste of my flesh. And thus was the Commander of the 212th. Pacing safely behind his bars of self discipline. 

Wanting.

Hungering. 

It had haunted me until I couldn't function at my duties knowing he was nearby. And then couldn't sleep when the honey eyed fantasies besieged me. And THEN further struggled at work for the exhausted hangover that resulted. Damn him and his fucking beautiful eyes and the fucking cycle of self torment they set in motion.

His mouth had reached my breasts. He paused and buried his face there, rubbing his cheeks in to their fullness and drawing in deeply of my scent, his exhale fanning a hot breeze across the soft skin and tickling at the dusky pebbles waiting there. He  nibbled his way to the treat, groaning with approval. He captured the firmness of my nipple with his teeth, giving a few experimental tugs before pinching hard. I jumped against him and yelped. Cody answered my bucking by grinding himself against me, his rigid cock finding its way between my slick folds and nudging the most delicious friction against the bundle of nerves hidden there.

"Codeeee..." I pleaded for nothing in particular. I watched as he mouthed at my breast, then took as much as he could in to his maw, sucking hard and lathing his tongue against the firm bud as if he sought to erase it from existence.  I gasped out praises as I raked my nails over his scalp and gripped at his thick dark hair. 

His hand crept between us, and he lifted away from my belly, fisting his member. A few eager strokes smeared my wetness along his length and, satisfied with the preparation, he pressed its throbbing head against my entrance. I sucked in a shaky breath as he began to sink in to me, relishing the stretch of my muscles around his thickness. Without warning he slammed against me, burying his entire length inside as his hips met flush with my thighs. I twisted with a shriek of surprise at the sudden invasion, pulling free of his mouth, the cool air causing goosebumps to rise on my wet flesh. 

Without pause, the Commander withdrew and surged in to me again, and again, bracing his arms by my ribs, setting a grueling pace as rough and as angry as he had offered. My fingers kneeded at this forearms, scrabbling for purchase on the satin wrapped stone pillars, mewling and calling to him with every bone shaking thrust. 

"Fucking hell woman!" Cody snarled from his chest, his rasping breath giving his deep voice a gritty edge infused with sticky, heady lust. "I've to fight to get inside you, you're so tight!" The best answer I could manage was strangled croon as I reached for his face.

His big hands snatched my arms away, strong fingers shackeling around my wrists and pinning them beside my head. He dropped his sweat soaked forehead to my shoulder and rammed in to me with every ounce of his body behind it. My muscles clenched at him like a greedy fist and he pushed back against them, uttering a deep animalistic grunt in my ear.

That noise proved my undoing. It ricochetted around in my mind and knocked loose something long ignored. A memory tucked away in the darkest recesses, and for a moment the world warped. Another man was on top of me, pinning my arms, his body heaving against mine. He had pressed his face to my neck, unwilling to look me in the eyes. He made no noise except for his grunts of exertion. And I had silently cried.

Cold fear began to seep through my gut, electric tingles of anxiety spreading out from my navel. 

"Co…. Cody…"

Please, let me see your eyes. I need to know your here with me. His teeth scraped my neck in response.

"Cody…." I pleaded.

Look at me. Answer me. Please… anything! Just chase that fucking image away!

"CODY! CODY STOP!" 

Cody froze, every muscle taunt and straining. His head snapped up, eyes wide. 

"What?! What's… Ad'ika, why do you look at me that way?? Have I hurt you?"

His brow knit with worry. And then, after a moments thought, in to his eyes… those magnificent honey colored pools… seeped horror. He pushed up off of me, shame washing over his features. 

"I'm sorry! I'm so sorry cyare! I thought that.. this is … is what… you.." he stammered. He was shaking from head to toe. 

"No Cody! Don't think that!" 

It was what I wanted. He was what I wanted. I had led him to my bed by my own hand. I knew Cody wasn't a cruel man. Tough and hard yes. Severe, sometimes. But abusive? Not for a hot second. I couldn't let him even entertain the thought that he had done wrong by mounting me. He slid further away and I lunged for him, catching his shoulders in a death grip. 

"I got inside my own head for a moment.. And I frightened myself. I just needed to see your face and put it back where it belongs. Please don't think like that..." I pressed my forehead to his, our eyes almost close enough that the lashes could have tangled.

"...ever!" I kissed him gently, very aware that I had frightened him far more than I had myself.

Cody settled on his knees, searching my face. His own was still etched with worry: his forehead wrinkled, contorting the scar that twisted around his left eye. His full lips curved in to frown.

"What are you afraid of, cyar'ika?" He whispered. I lowered my eyes, afraid that he might see the truth festering there. "What's been done to you? Tell me."

I shook my head and wrapped my arms around his neck. Pulling myself against his thick chest, I sighed. 

"I won't tell you, Cody, not right now. Especially not while you are trying to make love to me… and I've emotionally kicked you in the nuts." 

Maybe not ever. I don't want him to know. I dont want whatever he and I might have to be tainted by such a shadow. Especially one that I had thought had been put to bed.

He framed my face with his hands and tilted it to his. 

"What do you need from me?" He whispered softly against me. At least the fear had abated, and now he wore concern, and tenderness. Such a juxtaposition from the man who had raged on top of me only minutes ago. 

"Just talk to me, love. Let me see your face so I can watch you enjoy me." I was relieved that he accepted my silence about the matter.

He regarded me for a moment.

"You still want me to touch you?"

"Umh" I nodded.

"You're not frightened of me?"

"No."

He sighed with relief, pressing a kiss to my forehead, and pulling me in to a tight embrace. He tipped forward with me, supporting some of his weight, but laying most of it on top of me. 

We stayed like that for a while, kissing and whispering about nonsense. I marveled at his heft upon me. It could have been oppressive, but instead I felt safe. Protected. Anchored to something real.

It was when Cody began nuzzling at my neck that I noticed he was hardening against my thigh. Lifting his hips, he made room for his fingers to creep between my legs, praising my softness and promising to thoroughly wear me out. 

He pleaded for my readiness as he caressed my clit, demanding for me to be wet and eager so that his cock wouldn't bruise me.

When his thick fingers delved inside of me, his thick knuckles flexed against my opening, and the rough pads searched for the bit of flesh within me that bit like lightning when caressed properly. 

He watched my face, just like I had asked, admiring every blush and wince as I rolled my hips in time with the rhythm of his hand. 

I begged him to enter me, to thrust deeply and hard enough to split me in two. To mark me, and claim me for himself. 

 Scrambling to his knees, he hauled me up against his chest, palmed my ass with his hands and lifted me above his waist. Positioning me above his twitching member, he lowered me slowly, allowing my body weight to impale me upon his rod. I groaned as his hard flesh parted me, feeling the ridge around his head slip inside, followed by the shaft of his raging erection. He filled me to bursting, connecting us in the most primitive and visceral way. 

"Cyar'ika, that is my cock that sits inside you. You were made perfectly for me," Cody gasped against my mouth. "and I will fill every space within you so that there will never be room for anyone else!"

His arms wrapped around my waist with a steel grip. Arching his back and flexing his hips he raised me off of his lap, and hesitated only a breath before slamming me down, seating himself fully within me. I kissed him again and again until his thrusts became to vigorous to manage. All I could do was simply hang on, and loose myself in the feeling of his hard body. 

"Who fills you, woman?" he growled, "Who will you think about in the night?"

"Ah! Cody!" I sobbed, quickly loosing the ability to form proper thoughts. He growled deep in his chest, rapidly giving in to his hunger, staring in to my eyes as he bared his teeth, unwilling to hide his grunts and groans as he did before. 

My body was becoming frantic, begging for this male to push me over the edge and snap the tight knot that was building below my navel. I felt myself sinking under, drowning in the sensations he was driving between my thighs. 

"I'm close Cody!" 

He fought to keep his eyes focused on mine as he hammered his cock in to me. 

"Come for me, ad'ika!" He roared, half commanding half pleading. He rammed himself in viciously enough to make my head whip back. Liquid gold flooded through my veins as my climax spilled around his member. The edges of my vision darkened and stars exploded in front of my eyes. I had the feeling of falling, of the room spinning around me even as Cody's strong arms held me in place. 

Cody thrust within me again with equal strength. Another. And on the third he dug his fingers in to my hips painfully, an oath to some long forgotten god torn from his lips, snarling like a mating loth-wolf as he emptied himself in to me.

In the shadow of his release, Cody's strength waned. He slowly sunk forward, heaving ragged breaths so hard he almost seemed to be sobbing. I combed gentle fingers through his hair, enjoying the cool kiss of the night air on my skin as it swirled around us, lulling us two poor broken fools in to oblivion.

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We had awoken in the early hours, Cody needing to return to his barracks to prepare for the coming day. He dressed and kissed me sweetly, apologizing for his duties that pulled him away. As the door closed I pressed my face in to the pillows where we had slept. They were spiced with the scent of the Marshall Commander, mingled with the salty aroma of sex. I wished for him to be there when I woke up. That he didn't have to be a soldier. That he didn't have to risk his life in another man's war.

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I became aware of daylight on my eyelids.. My mind was foggy and slow, as if it was trying to swim through mud. There was something going on that was strangely out of place in my comfy bed, and disrupting my slumber. As I crossed the threshold in to wakefulness a moan escaped my throat and my jaw fell open. I tried to make sense of the smartly groomed head nosing between my legs as a tongue firmly scrubbed across my already alert clit. 

"Good morning love…." he emphasized the pet name I had used the night before,, grumbling in to my over eager besh & winking one of those gorgeous golden eyes. "Good news…. I've the day off…" 

~Fin~

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