DBZ x Reader Stories

It was a far too bright night for the lack of light in your eyes.

The sky was so full of stars they seemed to nearly touch each other. This time, there was no moonlight witnessing the aftermath of the neverending destruction that kept hitting this city like a punching bag.

You kept running as fast as you could, your ribcage on fire. Another explosion echoed faintly behind you, making you accelerate your pace even more, the numbness in your legs and the ache in your back where your machine gun hung banging against you.

Debris blew around in the air as you entered an abandoned building. You didn't think you'd ever seen it before, and you had no idea where you were going as you climbed up the marble stairs, but war forces you to be resourceful: anything can be a hiding spot.

Your feet were burning at this point, your bruised muscles begging you to stop. Pastel walls and dozens of doors at each side surrounded you as you finally came to a halt.

This was a hotel, or well, at least it used to be.

You let your lungs fill with some much needed air and just like you'd been doing ever since this nightmare had started, you exhaled fear.

You opened a random door and got inside, immediately closing it after entering the room and leaning against the wall with your eyes closed. Every single part of your body ached.

Through the open window, a fragrant breeze flew past you, instantly calming you down, but then the air turned stagnant. The cold was physical.

You froze in your spot, letting out a shivering breath, and then you opened your eyes to find an intent coal-colored gaze scrutinizing you from the opposite wall. It felt like looking at death straight into the eyes.

Slowly but surely, a smirk etched its way across that devilishly handsome face, and a fresh wave of trepidation swept through your insides.

Black was an expert at hide-and-seek.

He stood by the window, both hands behind his back as he looked at you up and down before speaking. He took a step forward and you took one back, holding onto your weapon.

"Don't come any closer" you threatened through clenched teeth.

Your defiance made him chuckle under his breath. His face looked pale and sunken with his cheekbones protruding when he got even closer. "Playing hard to get, eh?," he taunted, nearing himself to you, making your back hit the wall. "We both know how that usually ends" the words were emphasized in a firm, husky voice and he tilted his head as he stared down at you, eyebrows crashed down and his lips tucked in at the corners.

You watched his every move, suddenly experiencing a very particular thrill.

The sole of his boots echoed on the shiny floor as he strode forward, grimly determined. And then he stopped.

Neither of you were oblivious to the heat that rose up. As though exchanging some secret knowledge, you stared at each other, something invisible giving way between you.

It was getting hard to breathe.

It was unclear who had made the first move, but somehow you two ended up having a rough make out session against the wall, sparks snapping between you.

The kiss was quite overdue, a mass of pent up desire increasing with every matching encounter of your lips. Dancing, mating, dueling.

He sucked your lower lip, nipped it, then closed his mouth hard over yours, plunging deep. You slipped your fingers under the hem of his gi to dig your nails into his hip bones, the exchange turning into a hot clash of teeth and tongues. Luring one moment, assaulting the next, as if you wanted to crawl inside each other's skin.