#gohan x reader

In the wake of his ascension to the absolute peak of power,Super Buuhan’s attention is not easily caught by anything mundane. Most life forms are merely ants to be crushed or snacks to be consumed. However, the reader catches his eye not through power, but through a peculiar defiance or a unique spark of personality that his newly acquired intellect finds "novel."

Perhaps it's a refusal to cower when he looms over a city, or a specific trait that reminds him of the humanity he absorbed but can never truly possess. Thanks to Gohan’s mind (and Piccolo’s patience) he doesn't kill you immediately because he is bored. He views you as a psychological experiment, a fragile thing to observe in the wreckage of the world he is systematically dismantling.

Once he decides to keep you, the horror of his mercy becomes apparent. He doesn't simply lock you in a cage; he reconstructs a reality around you using his matter manipulation and reality-warping abilities. He might create a beautiful,pristine version of a home you once knew amidst a wasteland, but the foundation of this gift is gruesome.

He turns entire towns of innocent victims into clay and putty, molding them into the shape of a house for you to live in. It's a functional layout: living room, kitchen, even bedrooms...but the victims inside the walls remain conscious.

You can sometimes see sweat drops on the walls, a silent yet horrifying reminder that your comfort is built upon the literal bodies of thousands. He presents this to you with Gohan’s soft-spoken mannerisms, expecting you to be grateful for the effort he spent providing for you.

As time progresses, his obsession takes on a more invasive and cerebral tone: because he has the memories and intellect of several people within him, he is an expert at reading your emotions and predicting your actions.

He finds it amusing to play at being a protector, shielding you from the very chaos he created, only to demand absolute gratitude in return.

He doesn't get jealous in the traditional sense because he doesn't believe anyone else is a threat, but he becomes lethal if he senses your mind wandering toward the memory of someone else. He wants to be the only thing in your universe: your provider, your tormentor and pretty much any figure you can think of.

Eventually, the isolation becomes absolute...he might even begin to (literally) incorporate things you love into himself, whether it's knowledge you possess or traits you admire in others, believing that by becoming everything you could ever want, he ensures you will never want to leave.

At the end of the day every kind gesture, from a conjured meal to the living house he built for you, is a tether designed to bind your spirit to his. In his mind, he isn't being cruel; he is elevating you to the status of the only other creature in existence worthy of his notice, and in his immense arrogance, he truly believes you should be honored by the nightmare he has built for you.

Talking about it,gifts from him are never simple. He might return from home with a piece of jewelry, presenting it to you with a proud, expectant smile. He watches your reaction with the intensity of a scientist, analyzing every micro-expression you do.

If you refuse the gift, he won't throw a tantrum; he will simply explain with chilling logic that the previous owner no longer has a use for it since they have been integrated into his power. He forces you to participate in the spoils of his genocide, making you feel like an accomplice to his crimes. This is a deliberate tactic to destroy your moral compass, ensuring that you eventually feel you have no choice but to stay with him, as the rest of humanity would only see you as a monster by association.

He expects a level of intellectual companionship that is impossible for a terrified human to provide, yet he demands it nonetheless. He expects you to engage in his conversations, to appreciate the order he is bringing to the universe, and to show a genuine interest in him and his power.

If you remain silent he views it as a personal insult to his intellect,a defect in his prize that he feels compelled to correct through increasingly intense psychological pressure.

When you fail to meet his expectations or show signs of rebellion, his punishments are (usually) never impulsive or messy; they are calculated lessons in helplessness. For example if you refuse to speak to him, he might use his power to turn the living walls of your room completely transparent so you are forced to watch the wasteland outside until you beg for the walls to return, or worse ,he could show you the faces of the people behind the clay.

He wants you to understand that every comfort you have,even your own senses, are a privilege granted by him.

And of course he will explain exactly why you are being punished, making it sound as though your suffering is a necessary part of your growth under his care.

The ultimate wrong thing you can do is attempt to escape or, worse, show affection for the memory of those he absorbed. Infact,if he catches you crying over someone he has absorbed, his reaction is a chilling mix of jealousy and mockery. He punishes emotional defiance by forcing you to confront the literal source of your grief, making you touch the very parts of his body where he claims your loved ones are stored.

_ _ _

You had stopped actually reading your book for a while now. You just blankly stared at the pages, robotically scanning the words then turning the page without actually processing it.

Gohan was supposed to get off early for once, but is extremely late, as he usually is.

You glanced at the clock. He was supposed to get home three hours ago. You sighed, stood up, and started putting up the dinner you had made for him in celebration of the rare occasion. It had been a while since the two of you had spent time together, and you missed him dearly.

After everything was fully packed, you padded off to the shower, undressing on the way. You inhaled the thick steam from the hot water and stepped in, shivering as the hot water sprayed across your back.

As you showered, missing him turned into…other things. As you lathered yourself in soap, you started to imagine it was his hands.

Hands that would stroke along your hips, only to slide lower, teasing in between your legs.

You flushed at the thought. You couldn’t remember the last time you had sex. He was so busy all the time you were lucky to even get a kiss good night.

You gave into your desires, and let your hands wonder, pretending it was him instead.

-

“That’s fucking it” you muttered to yourself as you watched the clock hit the fifth hour. It was dangerously close to midnight, and he still wasn’t home.

You swiped your copy of the key he gave to you to the office in case of an emergency, which at one point you refused because you were pretty sure that was illegal.

But at this moment, you care. You stopped at the door, remembering the food in the fridge. Maybe he wouldn’t be too upset if you brought a peace offering.

—

Arriving at the office building, you huffed in frustration. Literally all of the lights were off except for a singular window, which you knew by heart was his office.

You used the key, and quietly crept in. When you arrived at his door, it was slightly cracked. You put your hand on the door, and hesitated.

Maybe you shouldn’t disturb him. Plus this probably counted as breaking and entering.

You gnawed at your lip, and decided to be selfish just this once, and pushed the door open.

At first, he didn’t even look up, his nose was buried in paperwork, the bright screen of his monitor reflecting in his glasses.

You placed the food onto a nearby table and cleared your throat.

Gohan suddenly jumped, his eyes snapping to yours, letting out a slightly unmanly shriek. “What are you doing here??” He exclaimed.

“N-not that I don’t want you here, just that you scared me, and you usually don’t do-“

You put your finger on his lips, stopping him mid ramble. “You’re coming home with me” you stated confidently, crossing your arms.

“Oh, honey.. I would love to, but I still have so much to do” he said with a frown, turning back to the stacks of paperwork he still had left to comb through.

“You were supposed to be home five hours ago, are you sure you can’t pick any of this up tomorrow?” You whined, itching to run your fingers through the messy mop on his head.

“I really shouldn’t. If I quit now, I’ll be late tomorrow” he said, the clacking of his keyboard drowning out his soft voice.

You frowned. He was always late anyway. Was it a crime to want to see your husband? No. Was it slightly inconsiderate to interrupt his work? Probably. He had also been working too hard lately.

If he wasn’t going to take a break, you would make him.

You grinned to yourself. You still had one more trick up your sleeve. You unbuttoned your top button, showing off some skin, then leaned into his space.

“Alright, baby. Just make sure you eat something” you whispered in his ear. You watched him screw up a signature he was in the middle of writing, and took it a step further.

You lightly pressed your lips against his cheek, pressing close to his back. You let your lips and tongue travel to the shell of his ear and traced it, lightly biting his earlobe.

You could literally feel him heating up. You chuckled and backed away. You gathered your things. “Don’t overwork yourself” you said, moving to walk out.

Just as you were turning the doorknob, a sudden heat was against your back, the Saiyan pinning you against the door.

“You’re not sly, you know” he whispered, littering kisses across your neck.

“Is that so?” You sighed, pressing your ass against his crotch, already hard.

He let out a small breath, and turned you around, kissing you deeply. You ran your fingers through his hair, letting your tongue invade his mouth.

He groaned into your mouth, and pulled away. “Not here, someone could see” he panted against your lips.

“There’s no one else here. Besides, it’s kinda hot to think about getting caught” you whispered back, moving to unbutton his shirt.

He groaned in response, “That’s risky, but I’ll indulge”

Suddenly, he was hauling you up, and pressed you against his desk, settling himself between your spread legs, running his hot mouth down your chest as he undid your shirt.

You panted, fumbling with his shirt as well, managing to tear the fabric off. You ran your hands against his heated skin.

“I’d almost forgotten what this felt like” you whispered.

You watched a sad look overcome his features. “I’ve been neglecting you, haven’t I?” He said.

“It’s not your fault. You have work” you defended, stroking his cheek.

“I’ll talk to my boss about it. I’ll try to come home on time” he promised, burying his face into your bare shoulder.

You smiled at the thought, but you would believe it when it happens. You wrapped a leg around his hip, pulling him closer.

“I believe we were in the middle of something” you said with a smirk that you knew got him going, unzipping his pants.

He bucked his hips forward, “R-right” he stuttered, stepping out of his jeans and underwear. You eyed his hard cock, beading precum.

“Uhh…I don’t have any lube” he said, obvious to your staring.

“That’s fine” you replied. Before he could respond, you hauled the man onto the desk instead, slithering in between his legs.

“What do you mean that’s f—fiiiinneee” he ended in a moan, throwing his head back as your lips wrapped around his tip.

You hollowed your cheeks, taking him deeper, breathing heavily through your nose.

He gripped your hair with shaky fingers. “I like h-how you- mmh, think, but that probably not… hnh, entirely safe” he breathed, his hips subtly grinding into your mouth despite his words.

You traced along a vein, before pulling off with an audible pop! “If either of us are even slightly uncomfortable, we can stop” you offered, shivering at his heated gaze directed onto you.

He bit his lip. “Fuck it, alright” he agreed, whimpering when you suddenly swallowed him to the hilt, making sure to get him nice and wet.

You purposely were loud, knowing the sounds got him hot and bothered. Just before he reached his peak, you pulled off, smirking to yourself at his groan of annoyance.

You got your pants and underwear off, startling when you were suddenly pressed against the desk.

You held your breath when he leaned in closer. “Your turn” before slithering down to fit his head in between your legs.

You were sure you had never been more turned on in your life.

You heard the clank of him taking off his glasses then bit down on your lip hard as he suddenly dragged his tongue from the tip of your cock to the base, making sure to spread your precum around.

He spat on his fingers before slipping one in your entrance as he took you down farther, bobbing his head, stopping to trace a vein every once in a while.

“Oh god..” you moaned quietly, reaching down to grasp and pull at his hair.

Soon, one finger had turned from one to three. You were a moaning mess by now, grinding your ass against his face.

He pulled away with spit slick lips, smiling at your whine. He slowly started stroking your cock, stopping every time he could tell you were getting close. “Gohan” you whimpered, bucking your hips.

“You know what I want to hear” he said in that low voice that always had your lower stomach light up with desire.

“…Please, fuck me” you begged, shivering when he returned to stroking your length.

“Just a little more” he demanded, his eyes locked onto your expression.

“I need you, please fuck me” you whined, throwing your head back in frustration.

You got your hopes up when he stroking faster, but was ultimately denied just seconds before your orgasm.

He stood up to line his cock against your entrance with a smirk.

“Just look at you…” he said softly, running his hand from your lower stomach up to your cheek.

“You look so…desperate. You’re beautiful” he continued, swallowing your gasp as he started pushing in, invading your mouth with his tongues

You pulled at his hair as he fully seated himself inside you. He lifted one of your legs with one hand, intertwining his fingers with yours with the other.

“…You’re looking pretty desperate yourself” you panted with a smile, it being wiped off as soon as he started to thrust, no doubtly on purpose.

You arched your back, clawing at his arms. Huffing in annoyance at his triumphant grin. Just before you could open your mouth, he beat you to it.

“You just couldn’t wait, could you? You just had to have my cock right now, at work, where anyone could see you” he snarled into your ear, sucking harshly at your neck.

You whimpered, loving the sudden switch. He was a sweetheart til he got dick drunk. It was like a beast woke up within him every time he got inside you.

“I’ll happily show everyone that you’re mine” he growled, leaning away to put more power into his hips, slamming in and out of you. You were embarrassingly close already.

You were gone at this point, gripping any part of him that was closest to you. All you could see was his concentrated expression, sweat dripping down his brow.

When his eyes met yours, you wailed as you climaxed, squeezing hard around his dick. He let out a whimper-moan, pulling out to finish across your stomach.

You both panted, the situation setting in.

You just fucked in his office. And it was fucking amazing.

“…Holy shit” he said, panting against your chest.

“Holy shit indeed” you replied, staring at the ceiling in awe.

He cleaned you up with some tissues, helping you get dressed when your legs got too shaky to fully stand.

You handed him his glasses when he started pawing around for them. “You know…I could go for a round two” you said with a smirk.

You had stopped actually reading your book for a while now. You just blankly stared at the pages, robotically scanning the words then turning the page without actually processing it.

Gohan was supposed to get off early for once, but is extremely late, as he usually is.

You glanced at the clock. He was supposed to get home three hours ago. You sighed, stood up, and started putting up the dinner you had made for him in celebration of the rare occasion. It had been a while since the two of you had spent time together, and you missed him dearly.

After everything was fully packed, you padded off to the shower, undressing on the way. You inhaled the thick steam from the hot water and stepped in, shivering as the hot water sprayed across your back.

As you showered, missing him turned into…other things. As you lathered yourself in soap, you started to imagine it was his hands.

Hands that would stroke along your hips, only to slide lower, teasing in between your legs.

You flushed at the thought. You couldn’t remember the last time you had sex. He was so busy all the time you were lucky to even get a kiss good night.

You gave into your desires, and let your hands wonder, pretending it was him instead.

-

“That’s fucking it” you muttered to yourself as you watched the clock hit the fifth hour. It was dangerously close to midnight, and he still wasn’t home.

You swiped your copy of the key he gave to you to the office in case of an emergency, which at one point you refused because you were pretty sure that was illegal.

But at this moment, you care. You stopped at the door, remembering the food in the fridge. Maybe he wouldn’t be too upset if you brought a peace offering.

—

Arriving at the office building, you huffed in frustration. Literally all of the lights were off except for a singular window, which you knew by heart was his office.

You used the key, and quietly crept in. When you arrived at his door, it was slightly cracked. You put your hand on the door, and hesitated.

Maybe you shouldn’t disturb him. Plus this probably counted as breaking and entering.

You gnawed at your lip, and decided to be selfish just this once, and pushed the door open.

At first, he didn’t even look up, his nose was buried in paperwork, the bright screen of his monitor reflecting in his glasses.

You placed the food onto a nearby table and cleared your throat.

Gohan suddenly jumped, his eyes snapping to yours, letting out a slightly unmanly shriek. “What are you doing here??” He exclaimed.

“N-not that I don’t want you here, just that you scared me, and you usually don’t do-“

You put your finger on his lips, stopping him mid ramble. “You’re coming home with me” you stated confidently, crossing your arms.

“Oh, honey.. I would love to, but I still have so much to do” he said with a frown, turning back to the stacks of paperwork he still had left to comb through.

“You were supposed to be home five hours ago, are you sure you can’t pick any of this up tomorrow?” You whined, itching to run your fingers through the messy mop on his head.

“I really shouldn’t. If I quit now, I’ll be late tomorrow” he said, the clacking of his keyboard drowning out his soft voice.

You frowned. He was always late anyway. Was it a crime to want to see your husband? No. Was it slightly inconsiderate to interrupt his work? Probably. He had also been working too hard lately.

If he wasn’t going to take a break, you would make him.

You grinned to yourself. You still had one more trick up your sleeve. You unbuttoned your top button, showing off some skin, then leaned into his space.

“Alright, baby. Just make sure you eat something” you whispered in his ear. You watched him screw up a signature he was in the middle of writing, and took it a step further.

You lightly pressed your lips against his cheek, pressing close to his back. You let your lips and tongue travel to the shell of his ear and traced it, lightly biting his earlobe.

You could literally feel him heating up. You chuckled and backed away. You gathered your things. “Don’t overwork yourself” you said, moving to walk out.

Just as you were turning the doorknob, a sudden heat was against your back, the Saiyan pinning you against the door.

“You’re not sly, you know” he whispered, littering kisses across your neck.

“Is that so?” You sighed, pressing your ass against his crotch, already hard.

He let out a small breath, and turned you around, kissing you deeply. You ran your fingers through his hair, letting your tongue invade his mouth.

He groaned into your mouth, and pulled away. “Not here, someone could see” he panted against your lips.

“There’s no one else here. Besides, it’s kinda hot to think about getting caught” you whispered back, moving to unbutton his shirt.

He groaned in response, “That’s risky, but I’ll indulge”

Suddenly, he was hauling you up, and pressed you against his desk, settling himself between your spread legs, running his hot mouth down your chest as he undid your shirt.

You panted, fumbling with his shirt as well, managing to tear the fabric off. You ran your hands against his heated skin.

“I’d almost forgotten what this felt like” you whispered.

You watched a sad look overcome his features. “I’ve been neglecting you, haven’t I?” He said.

“It’s not your fault. You have work” you defended, stroking his cheek.

“I’ll talk to my boss about it. I’ll try to come home on time” he promised, burying his face into your bare shoulder.

You smiled at the thought, but you would believe it when it happens. You wrapped a leg around his hip, pulling him closer.

“I believe we were in the middle of something” you said with a smirk that you knew got him going, unzipping his pants.

He bucked his hips forward, “R-right” he stuttered, stepping out of his jeans and underwear. You eyed his hard cock, beading precum.

“Uhh…I don’t have any lube” he said, obvious to your staring.

“That’s fine” you replied. Before he could respond, you hauled the man onto the desk instead, slithering in between his legs.

“What do you mean that’s f—fiiiinneee” he ended in a moan, throwing his head back as your lips wrapped around his tip.

You hollowed your cheeks, taking him deeper, breathing heavily through your nose.

He gripped your hair with shaky fingers. “I like h-how you- mmh, think, but that probably not… hnh, entirely safe” he breathed, his hips subtly grinding into your mouth despite his words.

You traced along a vein, before pulling off with an audible pop! “If either of us are even slightly uncomfortable, we can stop” you offered, shivering at his heated gaze directed onto you.

He bit his lip. “Fuck it, alright” he agreed, whimpering when you suddenly swallowed him to the hilt, making sure to get him nice and wet.

You purposely were loud, knowing the sounds got him hot and bothered. Just before he reached his peak, you pulled off, smirking to yourself at his groan of annoyance.

You got your pants and underwear off, startling when you were suddenly pressed against the desk.

You held your breath when he leaned in closer. “Your turn” before slithering down to fit his head in between your legs.

You were sure you had never been more turned on in your life.

You heard the clank of him taking off his glasses then bit down on your lip hard as he suddenly dragged his tongue from your hole to your clit, making sure to spread your wetness around.

He spat on his fingers before slipping one in as he swirled his tongue around your clit, stopping to suck on it every once in a while.

“Oh god..” you moaned quietly, reaching down to grasp and pull at his hair.

Soon, one finger had turned from one to three. You were a moaning mess by now, grinding your pussy against his face.

He pulled away with spit slick lips, smiling at your whine. He slowly started rubbing his fingers on your clit, stopping every time he could tell you were getting close. “Gohan” you whimpered, bucking your hips.

“You know what I want to hear” he said in that low voice that always had your lower stomach light up with desire.

“…Please, fuck me” you begged, shivering when he returned to rubbing your clit in circles.

“Just a little more” he demanded, his eyes locked onto your expression.

“I need you, please fuck me” you whined, throwing your head back in frustration.

You got your hopes up when he started circling faster, but was ultimately denied just seconds before your orgasm.

He stood up to line his cock against your entrance with a smirk.

“Just look at you…” he said softly, running his hand from your lower stomach up to your cheek.

“You look so…desperate. You’re beautiful” he continued, swallowing your gasp as he started pushing in, invading your mouth with his tongues

You pulled at his hair as he fully seated himself inside you. He lifted one of your legs with one hand, intertwining his fingers with yours with the other.

“…You’re looking pretty desperate yourself” you panted with a smile, it being wiped off as soon as he started to thrust, no doubtly on purpose.

You arched your back, clawing at his arms. Huffing in annoyance at his triumphant grin. Just before you could open your mouth, he beat you to it.

“You just couldn’t wait, could you? You just had to have my cock right now, at work, where anyone could see you” he snarled into your ear, sucking harshly at your neck.

You whimpered, loving the sudden switch. He was a sweetheart til he got pussy drunk. It was like a beast woke up within him every time he got inside you.

“I’ll happily show everyone that you’re mine” he growled, leaning away to put more power into his hips, slamming in and out of you. You were embarrassingly close already.

You were gone at this point, gripping any part of him that was closest to you. All you could see was his concentrated expression, sweat dripping down his brow.

When his eyes met yours, you wailed as you climaxed, squeezing hard around his dick. He let out a whimper-moan, pulling out to finish across your stomach.

You both panted, the situation setting in.

You just fucked in his office. And it was fucking amazing.

“…Holy shit” he said, panting against your chest.

“Holy shit indeed” you replied, staring at the ceiling in awe.

He cleaned you up with some tissues, helping you get dressed when your legs got too shaky to fully stand.

You handed him his glasses when he started pawing around for them. “You know…I could go for a round two” you said with a smirk.

It started as something small and harmless. The kind of thing you could brush off as nothing.

But lately, every time Gohan was near, your body seemed to turn against you.

He stood at the counter now, drying dishes with the same intent focus he usually studied or trained with. It should have been ordinary, domestic, almost sweet. But the way the muscles in his forearms flexed when he wrung out the tea towel, the veins standing sharp beneath smooth skin, the slight twitch of his bicep when he reached high to pack away a mug, it was too much. Every motion tugged at something deep inside you, something primal,irrational.

The air felt heavy with him. His scent, clean, faintly warm, the slightest pang of residual musk that had clung to him since his training filled your nose. It was the kind of smell that lived in the back of your mind, and made it hard to breathe. When he turned slightly, the stretch of his shirt over his shoulders caught the light, and you had to force your eyes away. It was ridiculous, really, how your pulse reacted as though he’d touched you.

Even the sound of him moving:  the faint scrape of a dish against the counter, the rustle of the towel, the quiet clearing of his throat, it made your heart stutter. 

And when he walked past you, the brush of his arm against yours so casual it might have been accidental, your body betrayed you completely. Your breath hitched. Your skin prickled. You felt like something inside you had been rewired entirely around his presence, every nerve tuned to the sound of his voice, all of your thoughts orbiting his every move

Gohan cleared his throat, his eyes slightly narrowed. Not out of suspicion, but curiosity, rather. “You okay?”

 The question shouldn’t have sounded that low, that rough, but it did.

You nodded too quickly. “Fine. Just… It’s hot in here, right?”

He hesitated, studying you for a moment longer, eyes flicking from your face to the pulse in your neck, and something in his expression shifted, just a touch, but enough to make your knees weak. Then, mercifully, he turned away again, talking over his shoulder. 

“I’ll go run you a bath.” 

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You weren’t entirely sure how you had ended up here: robe untied, the hems framing your naked body like curtains, still-damp hair fanned across the bed like a halo, a thin veil of sweat blanketing your skin. Gohan’s hands were either side of your head, fisted into the crisp white sheets with the grip of a madman, his bulging forearms kissing the edges of your peripheral vision as you squirmed beneath him. 

His body dwarfed yours as he drove his cock in and out of your sensitive pussy, all of his lithe muscle—serratus, obliques, abdominals, flexing with every thrust. He didn’t even have to use his hands to pin you down, the sheer force of each beat of his hips against yours was enough to keep you put.

Normally, you would’ve called it a night already. He always had so much work to do, after all, and sleep was far more important than going multiple rounds. But not tonight. 

The wet, white foamy ring of your shared cum around the base of his cock was enough to tell you that he was a man on a mission. And that mission was to make good on your recent flippant dirty talk you loved to moan at him when your eyes were glassy with your orgasm and your nails were digging into his back:

“Gohan, fill me up.”

“Fuck a baby into me, Gohan.”

He usually held himself on a tight leash, not wanting to expose his sweetheart to such a severe and permanent consequence without your consent. A promotion at work, his mother’s desire to be a grandma and now your new filthy words had twisted his arm so awfully, and it was exactly the encouragement he needed. 

With one swift motion, he grabbed your sides, and flipped the both of you so he was below you, your back against his strong, broad chest. He wasted no time in burying his cock back in your spent pussy. 

You mewled, high and broken, at the sudden change in angle, how the underside of his cock brushed up against your swollen walls. He set a brutal cadence, steely hips pounding up into you, his fingers snaking their way down your front to rub frantic circles on your clit. He’d already came twice, but the way your pussy clenched around him when he played with you was bound to bring him undone again. 

His chest vibrated beneath your back with his sounds of pleasure, only interrupted by the squelch of his thrusts. His spare hand made its way up to your neck, gently caressing your pulse point, thumb pressing into the sensitive spot behind your ear that made you lightheaded. 

“You going to let me cum in this pretty little pussy again, baby? Fill you up nice and good until you’re full of me?” 

His words tickled your skin, so filthy it caught you off guard. 

You moaned and nodded frantically, all your words lost to your pleasure as he drew your orgasm out of you with a dual assault of your clit and g-spot. It was not like him to be so devout in taking what he wants, but you certainly weren’t complaining, not when your brain was swimming in a potent mix of lust and oxytocin. 

Your orgasm crashed into you with unexpected force, your body quivering on top of him as your juices spilled against the palm of his hand.

“That’s it. Good girl, baby,” he hissed through clenched teeth, his cock twitching within your fluttering walls. 

He came with a deep groan, burying himself inside you until his balls were flush with your clit. Despite it not being his first orgasm, warm, copious strings of cum painted your insides, your own spasming walls only serving to draw more and more out of him. He held you steadfast through it all, one hand on your neck, the other digging into your hip, holding you down as if to will his cum to stay inside you forever. 

He pulled out after a beat, the pad of his thumb swiping at the thick pearl of his release that leaked out of you, smearing it through your slit messily, like he was marking his territory. The feeling made your gut stir with a weird mix of affection and desire. 

He pressed a chaste kiss to the top of your head, so soft it was almost shy. 

For a little while, it was quiet, the only sounds in the room in the sticky, sweaty aftermath were both of your breaths. He urged you off of him gently, reaching over to the bedside table to grab his glasses, pushing them up his nose in a well-practiced movement.