#me not finding new spicy gohan fics i haven't already read: fine i'll do it myself

[carnal-lnstinct]

GOHAN ONE-SHOT

  ☆☆ Rating: M / 18+. MINORS DNI.

It was like he was never there. It was like he was gone in thin air.

The mild-mannered soul who is always tempered by a desire to only be the best example of a good and decent man. One who turned away from unnecessary conflict whenever possible and was justly firm when it is required of him. But oh so kind and thoughtful, benevolent almost to a fault. His sickeningly sweet nature could never take away just how adorable he could be, however. It couldn't be helped teasing him for being such a goody two shoes all the time and just how often one would have to force his nose from a book to bring him back to reality. Crazy, to think of him being of the same caliber as Trunks from the future or even harboring traits like Vegeta. And yet the more those glasses come off, the more this sweet image of Gohan grows fuzzy in your head.

It's not just the glasses, the entire mask comes off and that docile man you teased feels like the greatest lie ever told. Only then do you understand what he holds in common with the other saiyans, along with what differentiates him from any other in existence in how well— how frighteningly natural— he was able to hold it within until just the right moment.

Where does he hide this beast that fiercely fucks you with your leftovers still on your bed, spilling over the sheets he so diligently washed with care for its quality and even tucked it perfectly around the mattress? This man who further soiled them with whatever dripped from the brutish, deep strokes into your stretched hole already filled to the brim of his cum. Clenching his jaw with focus, he could only heed his own maddening desire to build up his ecstasy to completion and let his hips snap faster. With a strong hand holding you down in submission at the nape and the other refusing to let your knees sink away under his pressure. Less you were his lover the longer it went on and your drowned-out mind turned you into his perfect little cock sleeve. Finding your voice only with each rough smack of his hips into yours. Your succulent insides had endured enough to sate you for days, yet greedy enough to not turn away another beautiful, numbing shock of pleasure to send your eyes rolling into your head. Trying your best to hold your hips in place for him while your face is in a wet stain of your own drool. You couldn't even warn him of your orgasm coming when it seized you finally, enduring his cock force through each exciting squeeze and driving all your senses into overload.

Gohan spares you no relief from its intensity, his strength on full display making sure you take every pump of his cock as he rocked his hips more closely to yours to make use of the sporadic tightness around him. He released himself so deep against your tendered sweet spots, so fucking nice to take in. He was certain to let your body nurse every drop from his tip and relished the messy sight with a smirk knowing it would all fall out if he pulled out right now. Far gone was the mild bookworm you had to drag by the ear to stomach something more than a third cup of coffee. You couldn't easily fill his cheeks with blush from a wink and chaste flash of skin like you normally could. This Gohan could only see the ease of your useless challenge and pound into you all the same, longer if needed, until your tongue hung out of your mouth and your used body twitched in the hushed afterglow.

But this time, you are given mercy. The pressure on your neck slips away and hole emptied after a discarded piece of clothing was placed under you to catch it all. He eases your hips down, letting you sink in your haze onto the bed. Suddenly, your sweet and caring Gohan resurfaces. Needing to lie beside you and fit you against his athletic body with your back to his chest, feel your lips with his own when you turn in search of more affection, and fully aware of what he put you through to know what was needed now. He reaches over you, saving his glasses from falling off the edge of the bed and placed them over his eyes. You definitely won't be playing keep-away with them again any time soon.

Gohan however comes out of the sweet moment too quickly for your liking, already pouting at the stains your turned-over food was going to make if he can't soak it soon enough.

when it's time, when it's time, when it's time. . . It won't matter. It won't matter. ♥