DBZ X-Readers

Broly x Reader Pt . 3 'Yandere' (LEMON)

"Why would I hurt you?" the grin seemed to fade.

You couldn't tell if he was genuinely confused or not, and so did not respond.

"I don't want to do that...no...I want to make you happy."

He seemed to chuckle briefly before reaching for the bottom of your shirt.

"What are you doing?" You froze when he pushed your shirt up to just below your shoulder line.

"Looking." Broly put one arm around you and leaned you back so his view was better.

Your face was already burning red. Aside from the fear, you weren't in the habit of letting men see you like this.

It was like watching a wild beast look over something it had never seen before, but now wanted despite the fact. He groped at you roughly, unknowingly, for a minute or two before finally pushing the bra up and over your breasts.

You looked away, and squirmed a bit when he touched you again.

"You're very soft."

"And...and your hands are cold." What was he going to do? You were already shaking.

As Broly continued, you felt a growing heat. Again, and again, his palm would brush the hardening bud, and you would squirm as it did so, until a moan finally slipped out. For not knowing what he was doing, he certainly was doing a good job of riling you up.

No, you thought, I have to...I can't do this...if he finds out...I'm...

His voice grew darker again, and he pulled you closer. "See what you did?"

You yelped slightly when he grabbed your wrist and forced your hand down onto the peak of the tent in his pants.

"See...just at the sight of you..." his grip tightened, causing your touch on him to involuntarily do so as well.

You took in a sharp breath as you found yourself on your back underneath that wildly and suddenly passionate gaze, and tried desperately to think of a way out of this. If you called out, Paragus was sure to hear, and you were sure to get another slap, possibly worse. If you tried running...something inside told you that would be a very, very bad idea. But--

"Hush, now...we don't want anyone hearing us." Broly grinned as he leaned over you and tugged off your pants.

He's really going to... you thought, panicking more when you remembered it was a wash day and therefore you weren't wearing underwear. He's...

After a bit of shuffling with his own overly-baggy clothes, Broly finally freed himself and leaned down over you.

He moved in slowly--even so, you had to hold one hand over your mouth to keep yourself silent. There was no getting around the fact; he was, well...massive, and your nethers couldn't decide if they were feeling more pleasure or pain.

Once he was all in he gave you no time to relax before he started thrusting.

There were no words. He simply charged in and out, over and over again while keeping a tight grip on your delicate hips. He was rough, he was animalistic--and the longer it went on, the more of both he became, as if he were completely losing control.

It took a few minutes before your body adjusted, but the moment it did your other hand went over your mouth as well. You were trying desperately to stay silent against the pleasurable onslaught, and you could see in his eyes that he was highly amused by the desperation in your eyes.

Every movement turned into an odyssey of ecstasy and pain; and soon enough you were moaning through your hands. It would hurt, and then it would shift into an avalanche of utter bliss, and it was constantly going back and forth.

That only made him worse--he pushed farther, he pushed faster, and soon enough you felt a growing tenseness all over your body, gathering...waiting...

One more thrust, and--you could feel Broly tense and relax as it struck him; and in response, the grip of pleasure seized you as well.

You were quiet, and finally, you took down your hands, and stared at him, breathing heavily. The pain was still tingling here and there, but you were so awash in the afterglow that it didn't seem to matter.

"...my beautiful...(y/n)..." Broly seemed normal again--if there were anything about him that could be considered such--and reached up, stroking the bruise on your face again. "See...I didn't hurt you, did I?"

"No," you lied. The pain in your nether regions, and what you were sure were bleeding marks on your hips agreed with you, but to openly acknowledge that...well, you knew that would be a very bad idea.

"No one will hurt my (y/n)..." he smirked, rubbing the bruise briefly, "...and if they do...I'll tear them limb from limb."

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The next morning you barely wanted to walk at all, but it was necessary to pretend that nothing had happened. You finished making breakfast, and tried to ignore the glare that Paragus was sending your way.

When Broly went to his room, you finally spoke.

"Did I do something wrong?"

"I was out cold most of the night. I don't suppose you'd know anything about that?"

"No. I was asleep the whole time." You were shaking as you put the dishes into the sink.

"Do you want to know what I think?"

You heard Paragus get to his feet, and you winced. Not again...not again...

"I think you told him to do it. And I'm very tired of this nonsense of his coming into your room at night."

"I don't ask him to do it, you know."

"I don't want to hear it. I have the information I need. Do you know what that means?"

You stood stone still. He'd said it before, but you didn't know that he'd actually meant it, you thought he'd just been trying to scare you.

"It means," he grabbed you by the hair, "You are no longer of any use to me."