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Heyyy 👋 It's that freaky time of the year again! 

I'm back with more smutty one shots after not posting since the last chapter of Love Hangover was posted! Unfortunately, I won't be participating in Kinktober next year since I want to start putting out more one shots and fill up that bottom ku tag as much as possible! I'll probably post another kinky one shot for the freaky freaks like me next October since missing out on this glorious month would be an abomination for me, but definitely not for every day since it is very time consuming haha. But thank you all so much for all of the support on my previous kinktober collections. It means so much to me 🥹

I'm posting the prompts a bit earlier this year because I made a few changes since I posted them on X 🫶

As always, these one shots revolve around whiny bottom Goku, and vary between 1000-2000 words! All established relationship unless specified otherwise! Feel free to skip a day you dislike! But remember, no kink shaming here! Kink shaming is for losers 🙂‍↔️

Kinktober 2025 Prompt List:

DAY 1: Praise Kink

DAY 2: Blindfold 

DAY 3: Shrinking/Tiny 

DAY 4: Intercrural 

DAY 5: Dacryphilia/Overstimulation 

DAY 6: Butt Plugs

DAY 7: Somnophilia/Self-Lubrication 

DAY 8: Spanking/Paddles 

DAY 9: Finger Sucking/Under a Table

DAY 10: Dirty Talk

DAY 11: Ass Worship/Rimming/Face-Sitting 

DAY 12: Hermaphrodite/Thigh Riding  

DAY 13: Lingerie 

DAY 14: Masturbation 

DAY 15: Role Play 

DAY 16: Frotting/Shower 

DAY 17: Deep-throating/Cock Worship 

DAY 18: Belly Bulge 

DAY 19: Public Sex 

DAY 20: Outdoors/Biting and Marking/Rough Sex 

DAY 21: Scents/Tails 

DAY 22: Stripper/Lap Dance 

DAY 23: Tit-fucking/Nipple Play

DAY 24: Restraints/Edging/Begging 

DAY 25: Sex Tape 

DAY 26: Drunk Sex 

DAY 27: Aphrodisiac/Teasing/Self-lubrication 

DAY 28: Remote Control 

DAY 29: Porn Star/Accidental Orgasm 

DAY 30: Threesome/Self-cest 

DAY 31: Eproctophilia/Humiliation 

Which day are you excited for the most? 👀 

Come back October 1st for day 1! 💙🧡

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Never in two decades did either saiyan see this day coming. Frieza returning for yet another time was more believable than Vegeta standing at the alter, watching Goku walk down with Gohan, holding his arm to guide him down the aisle. At first, those wide eyes, flushed cheeks, and adorable smile made the prince sick. The mere sense of Goku’s ki would send Vegeta into an unstoppable rage. But now, his heart is fluttering. Mouth is losing its moisture. Fingers are becoming clammy with every step Goku edges closer. He loathes that everyone is watching him stare so lovingly at Goku of all people, but that hatred washes away once Goku is standing across from him, opening his mouth to speak. 

After Goku sweetly said his vows, Vegeta was far too sheepish to say anything other than what Piccolo instructed from his book. So, he glances at the crowd of his old foes that are now people he can somewhat tolerate, before sighing and ragging Goku into a kiss. He can hear his lover’s racing heart and his adorable titters are shamefully making Vegeta swoon even more for this idiot. The audience is no longer to be noticed. All the prince acknowledges is Goku. His soft lips that are screaming at Vegeta to bite down on. But Goku is pulling away before Vegeta can have his way. So, he flashes his lover that look: up and down with his eyes, examining him like prey to silently inform that Goku will in fact lose his ability to walk after the ceremony is over. 

And Vegeta keeps his promise, alright. 

The second the party disperses back to their rooms, Vegeta is ragging his giggling lover straight to the elevator and aggressively hitting the button to their suite. When the doors close, Vegeta’s shutting Goku up with his hungry mouth. 

“Vegeta, I can’t believe-” 

Goku’s slamming against the wall, wrists pinned beside his head by Vegeta’s forceful hands as his lips are left to struggle to adjust to his prince’s feral rhythm. His body falls slack as he softly moans. 

Vegeta only pulls away once the doors slide open, alerting him to resume ragging Goku down the hallway and fishing his room key out of his blazer pocket. “Fuck sake.” He hisses to himself as his clammy hands and desperation to rail his lover to oblivion has him struggling to correctly insert the key into the lock.

Goku laughs, “Ya need some help, Vegeta?” 

Vegeta flashes a frown before successfully opening the door. “Just get inside, idiot.” He mutters, kicking off his shoes. 

Goku just shrugs, still grinning madly as ever, as he steps inside and closes the door behind them. “I can’t believe yer my husband, Vegeta.” He happily sighs, approaching his prince to wrap his arms around that tiny waist. 

“Tch.” Vegeta scoffs, hardly irked, and shrugs himself out of his lover’s grasp. He turns around, ready to say something, but his arousal is ten steps ahead. He opts for ragging his lover into a steamy, passionate kiss instead. He swallows everything those plump, pouty lips have to offer, disregarding Goku’s stumbling as he frantically guides his lover to the master bedroom. 

Goku’s thrown onto the bed, giggling, as he bounces at the impact before moaning at the reconnect of Vegeta’s vigorous lips. 

The rest is a blur. Clothes are stripped. Vegeta’s mouth and tongue are exploring every inch of Goku’s writhing body, making his breath stutter. He lays there and takes it all like the good boy he is. Whimpering and moaning while that glorious mouth worships each part of his body as it travels down to where Goku needs it most. He doesn’t get a second to collect himself before he’s flipped over and Vegeta’s lubricated fingers are slipping inside of his gaping hole with ease. His velvet walls hug those thick digits tightly as they thrust and tease his prostate enough for Goku to whine, “Vegeta, please,” as usual. 

“Are you going to be a good boy for me?” Vegeta purrs. 

Goku’s eyes roll back at the alluring sound of Vegeta’s sexy voice speaking his favourite name of praise. He moans, “Oh, yes, I’m yer good boy, mmm.” 

Normally Vegeta would’ve forced his lover to beg until he’s crying for it, but with his own pent up frustration and his slight guilt for barely saying a word about Goku at their ceremony, the prince is giving in. “Lay on your back.” He grunts, slipping out his fingers. 

Goku gapes, utterly desperate and empty, and complies. He’s quick to roll over and hug his knees, flashing a pout and his best puppy dog eyes as he watches his prince lather his cock with lubricant. “Ya never usually give in that easily.” He teases with a breathless titter. 

Vegeta’s lips curl into a smirk as he looms over Goku and positions the tip of his cock against his lover’s puckering asshole. “Maybe it’s because you’re now officially mine.” 

Heart fluttering, Goku parts his lips to confess his love for the umpteenth time of today until he feels every inch of Vegeta’s cock breaching him. His mouth hangs agape, fingers dig into his thighs, and head rolls back as he moans — long and drawn out while maintaining his adoring gaze on his beautiful prince. 

“Good boy,” Vegeta praises, watching Goku’s head fall slack against the silk pillows. The tight warmth has him shivering at every inch being consumed, eliciting a low breathy moan of his own. “You always take my dick so well.”

“I love you, Vegeta.” Goku whimpers. His fingertips begin to turn white as his prince is fully bottomed out. 

Vegeta swallows as he cups Goku’s pink cheeks. “I love you, too.” He sheepishly reciprocates before beginning to thrust — he starts off slow at first. Deep, shallow thrusts that have just enough force to strike his lover’s prostate as he breathily rambles, “I love how you always follow my orders. I love how good-” He thrust harshly to emphasise, “You fit with me, Kakarot.” 

Moaning, Goku wraps his arms around Vegeta’s neck and legs around his waist. He’s unable to speak a single syllable as the prince’s hips increase the pace and strength. All poor Goku can do is look into his husband’s eyes and soak in all of the praise. He didn’t expect Vegeta to say anything at their ceremony — especially in front of a crowd — but he was worried that Vegeta may still attempt to stone wall his positive feelings for the sake of his pride. However, with those blissful words rolling off his tongue so smoothly and that cock filling Goku up so fucking good, he understands that this is Vegeta’s way of showing love. And although Goku wouldn’t have it any other way, it’s still sweet to hear Vegeta profess his love aloud. Saying things like—

“You’re such a sight. I wish I saw your beauty sooner.” 

“Such a good boy for me, aren’t you, Goku?” 

“Fuck, hearing you whimper and feeling you squeeze my dick is driving me crazy.” 

Arching his back, Goku cries out in drunken moans, “I love you, Vegeta! OH! Fuckin’ keep goin’ -- Yes!” He scrambles to cling onto something, only managing to hang onto the thick muscles of Vegeta’s back. The overstimulation has him scratching and digging welts into his lover’s skin as his conscious succumbs to the pleasure. The euphoria of not only Vegeta’s cock throbbing within him, but the flood of emotions coursing through him, waking up his adrenaline. “I love you, I love you, I love you!” Goku moans in a sequence. He can’t stop himself from rambling. That dick won’t allow him. 

Vegeta’s soaking it all in. He adores his power over his lover. He’s always dreamed of defeating Goku. He believed it would be in a raw, primal, saiyan-like spar. But in the end, his step ahead lies within the bedroom, reducing Goku to a whimpering mess of a warrior with his words alone. Though Vegeta is still slightly insecure about their obvious gap in strength, he wouldn’t trade the power he has in the bedroom for it to close. There isn’t a single thing he’d rather have than the luxury he’s now blessed with. Nothing usurps the pure bliss of making Goku moan and rip the skin off his prince’s back as his oversensitive body struggles with the stimulation of his prostate. “You’re mine, Goku.” He grunts, fully aware of his words. His pride can be dealt with later. For now, Vegeta is enjoying his husband and making damn sure Goku is aware of the prince’s repressed feelings. 

Goku has forever read straight through his prince. “I’m yours.” He whimpers, submitting to Vegeta — though this has always been part of their intimate routine, he feels Vegeta’s claim on him is now complete with those golden rings that they slid onto each others’ fingers. “I belong to you.” He gasps, orgasm growing dangerously near. 

“I can feel you going crazy around my dick.” Vegeta growls as he leans his mouth towards Goku’s flushed ear. “Are you going to be a good boy and come on my cock?” 

Whining, Goku’s asshole clenches at those erotic words as he shivers at the sensation of Vegeta’s hot breath blowing against his ear. “Yes, yes,” He moans as his eyes screw close, signalling that the wave of euphoria is ready to crash over. 

“Come for me, baby. I love watching your face contort.” 

“Vegeta.” Is Goku’s final whimper before his moans begin to crescendo, legs squeeze Vegeta’s waist to the point of snapping his ribs one by one, and toes tightly curl. His vision becomes white as his balls tighten and warm, pearly semen spurts from the tip of his throbbing cock, splattering across his chest and belly.

“Good boy.” Vegeta praises as he relishes the show before him. 

In sickness and in health, Vegeta will now have the privilege of witnessing his husband respond so beautifully to his orgasm for an eternity. 

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Vegeta’s patience has truly run dry today. His thrill for this spar fizzled away the moment he realised that Goku’s punches had more power behind them than usual. He couldn’t believe it. After just closing the gap between their strength, it widens once more, this time further than before. What the hell is Whis even doing with him? Vegeta was grateful being under the tutelage of Lord Beerus, but clearly training with that flamboyant angel pays off more. Goku shouldn’t be hitting his prince this hard. He shouldn’t have the ability to knock Vegeta back or catch him off guard more than five times in a row. And Vegeta should not be struggling to keep up during simple combat. 

After enduring another punch to the chin, Vegeta’s pride was left in enough agonising pain that he opts to unleash his prowess with tactics. He takes advantage of his lover’s trust and surprises Goku by slipping behind him and forming a thick band of ki to wrap around his eyes. 

“Vegeta! We’re jus’ supposed to be usin’ our fists!” Goku whines, reaching to pull the makeshift blindfold off his eyes, but it was futile. The thrumming ribbon of golden ki tightens, destroying any elasticity so Goku couldn’t even have a peek of vision. He pouts. “You’re such a cheater, Vegeta.” 

Vegeta chuckles, unable to stifle his smug. “What’s wrong, Kakarot? Can’t handle a little challenge?” 

“I can.” Goku defends. “But Whis said we gotta use just our fists an’ that for now so we can see our base strength.” 

“Oh, did he?” Vegeta sarcastically sighs. “Well, I figured since you seem to have improved your current strength before transformation, you seem have to neglected everything else in battle.” 

Goku tilts his head. “Whaddya mean?” 

Vegeta snorts. “You’re always so dense, Kakarot. You do realise that fighting is more than just strength, right?” 

“Well, yeah, but Whis said-”

“Ssh.” Vegeta interrupts by sliding a finger down Goku’s plump lips, making his lover’s breath hitch. “I’m teaching you a very valuable lesson here, Kakarot. Just because you’re my partner doesn’t mean that I’m going to go easy on you during a fight. You need to learn to overcome this great weakness of yours which is trusting your opponent too easily.” 

“Yes, Vegeta.” Goku swallows. 

Vegeta recoginises that submissive tone immediately. “And it’s not that kind of lesson, slut.” 

Goku shivers as he nods. “Sorry.” 

“Good boy.” Vegeta praises before continuing, “Now, are you going to attempt to beat me or not?” 

Goku’s cheeky grin returns as he positions himself in his battle stance. “I wouldn’t say attempt when I am gonna beat ya, Vegeta.” 

“Tch. You cocky bastard.” Vegeta teases as he positions himself suite. 

He starts off easy: leaking his ki signature so Goku can know when and where to block, what limb is firing at him, and when Vegeta’s sneaking up behind him. Vegeta was only slightly impressed by Goku’s ability to scrap with him while blind since this part is child’s play. Only when Goku starts spewing giddy nonsense about his success does Vegeta engage in the second half of his plan. 

Goku’s mid lunge when Vegeta’s ki disappears from his senses. He halts immediately, fearing that he’ll dart head first into a cliff, and focuses. Scanning his surroundings to find any trace of his prince. All he can sense are the small particles of life radiating from plants, wildlife, and civilisation 500 miles away. So, with ki scrapped, Goku’s left to use his nose. But the second he finally sets on that idea, a harsh strike lands on his cheek which causes his head to snap to the side as spit flings from his lips. “Hey-” He’s cut off by his own choked cough as Vegeta pummels into his chest without mercy. Okay, so maybe he wasn’t tryin’ to do sexy stuff, after all… Frustrated, Goku tries to grab Vegeta by the wrist, but that only gives Vegeta the chance to snatch them and fling Goku across the field. Skidding across the grass, Goku winces at the friction burn until he reaches a stop. He doesn’t need to see to know that his gi has been atrociously scraped away from that. 

But he doesn’t give up. Despite wanting to throw the towel in and ask Vegeta to unmask his energy, Goku can’t back down from the challenge. Shakily, Goku grunts as he pushes himself up and quickly returns to his stance, using his head to look around despite having no vision. It’s silent. Eerily quiet. Only the faint breeze here and then. His beating heart booms in his ears and his pants make him lose focus. But he stays still. Stays alert. Ready for what is to come. 

And it arrives. 

Sneakily so when a warm body presses flush against his back, and a hot mouth breathes against his ear. Goku isn’t given enough time to shiver at the ticklish sensation because Vegeta’s speaking for him.

“Ready to give up?” Vegeta purrs, low and sultry. 

Goku tries to respond confidently, but Vegeta decides to be an asshole by tracing the inside of Goku’s ear with his tongue, resulting in him sheepishly whimpering, “No.” 

“Then try harder.” 

“Wait, Vegeta!” Goku tries once more to grab the prince, but he’s left empty handed as he swats the air. What makes things worse is that his cock is starting to awaken at the commotion. No, not right now, I gotta focus! He shakes his head before calming his nerves and relying on instinct. It feels like a spar with Whis — though, he could at least see the untouchable angel. Vegeta’s right there, but no matter what, Goku’s butterfingers cannot land a single hit. Hell, he doesn’t even know where Vegeta’s coming from! It’s irritating. He knows he can do this. He just needs to rely on the prince’s kinetic energy which is a simple concept, however, every second he’s in this vulnerable state, knowing that Vegeta can literally do anything has Goku’s brain clouding with perverted thoughts. He’s aware that his lover will do what it takes to win, and that only fuels Goku’s arousal. 

But, of course, the unexpected happens just when Goku’s sexual thoughts get to the good part. 

Goku’s stricken on the face again. And again. Then his prince goes through an action playlist of tripping Goku up, flinging him over his shoulder, slapping his face, and slamming him to the ground until Goku’s brain is conditioned enough to predict the ruthless cycle. He manages to dodge the punch to his face and gears up to avoid the incoming kick, but when he jumps back, an arm wraps around his waist and a hand skilfully unties his sash. “Vegeta!” Goku huffs, wiggling in his lover’s grasp — though he refrains from using all of his strength due to his cock now thinking for him. He tries to grab Vegeta again, but surprise, surprise! Nothing but fucking air combs through his pinching fingers instead of his prince’s small waist. He feels the cool wind blow against his exposed lower half as his gi bottoms fall to his ankles, limiting his leg movement. “Not fair, Vegeta! How am I supposed to fight ya without trippin’ over my gi?!” He whines in defence as if that was more of a problem compared to his hardening cock currently on display for his prince today. 

Receiving no verbal response, Goku pouts as he reluctantly returns to his battle stance for the umpteenth time. He prepares to expect the unexpected, but when he does, Vegeta’s returning to his original choreography of punches and kicks, rendering Goku on his stomach in an impressive crater, bruised and battered. Yet his erection remains strong as it replenishes the dry soil with his pre. Groaning, Goku pushes himself up, but when he reaches all fours, a rough hand grips onto his hip and holds him into place. “Vegeta?” Goku asks, sounding dazed. His unspoken question is answered by something cold smearing over his asshole, making him whimper. “Vegeta, please, I can’t take these games anymore.” 

Vegeta seems to grant Goku mercy by pressing two fingers inside the pliant muscle, eliciting a soft moan from Goku as his torso flops onto the ground. At first, Goku could only see black with the makeshift blindfold, but when those fingers thrust and curl against his prostate, he starts to see white. “Vegeta!” He moans hoarsely as he digs his blunt fingernails into the dirt. He relishes the gratifying pleasure, focusing on every part of his body reacting to the electric surges of euphoria, as his vocal cords moan and whimper everything he desires to say. 

However, before Goku could chant out his erotic wishes, Vegeta’s ripping his fingers out mercilessly. And on cue, Goku’s sitting up and reaching out for his prince, only to be left holding his hands out for no one. 

That was Goku’s last. Fucking. Straw. 

“Vegeta, stop bein’ a dick!” Goku curses, disregarding whether or not his head is facing the right way. His cock is painfully erect, throbbing so agonisingly that it’s threatening to explode from vexation. Breathing heavily, Goku returns to his feet, minding his obstructing gi bottoms, and scans the area, standing proudly with his boner. “I’m gonna get ya, Veg-” And… he’s cut off once again. Goku’s thrown back onto his stomach, winded by the impact, before Vegeta’s hot body lays on top and moulds with his own. Though, Goku can’t feel Vegeta’s hard armour uncomfortably pressing against his spine. All he feels is Vegeta’s sweltering, lubricated erection sliding between his crack with ease. “Vegeta.” Goku whimpers once more. 

This time, he receives a response. “You have a lot to work on, Kakarot.”

“Vegeta, please.” Goku begs, ready to throw in the towel. He prepares himself for another scolding or possible tease. Instead, his prince speaks to him by rubbing the tip of his cock against Goku’s asshole. Flopping his head to the side, Goku whines, “I need ya, Vegeta. Please,” before gasping at the girth of his prince breaching him. His eyes roll back at the bliss. “Yes.” He moans.

When Vegeta’s fully bottomed out, his lips curl into a smirk as he purrs, “And this is how I defeat you, Kakarot.” 

Whimpering, Goku lowers his head as he admits his defeat. “Ya got me, Vegeta.” 

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Huffing with a pout, Goku finally manages to reach the top of his bed after spending almost an hour climbing up the mountain that is the frame. Silky sheets were a terrible idea with how slippy they are. But as much as he wants to grumble, he put himself in this situation with his own idiocy – and his lack of brain clearly shows when he realises that he could’ve flown up onto the bed instead of climbing. He sulks, crossing his legs and his arms, protruding his bottom lip akin to a paddying toddler. 

Vegeta is gonna be real’ pissed at me. 

It’s not like he can fix this matter. Goku would struggle to gather the dragon balls with his miniature size and he would have to confront Bulma. Confess he used that silly old watch even after she told him to throw it away due to it rusting in her drawers. Yet he still thought, ‘Yeah, this would be a great idea!’ and played with it anyways. Combine Bulma’s wrath with Vegeta’s once he gets back and Goku is utterly fucked – but not in the way he would prefer… ‘Geta said we was gonna have some fun tonight and now I ruined it! That’s the most frustrating part of the situation. Goku has been pent up all week with how hectic their training schedules have been since Whis and Beerus are both tutoring them separately. And Vegeta's head is so far up his own ass that he’s prioritised training with Beerus over intimacy with Goku, leaving Goku to satisfy himself. Though getting pounded into an oblivion is far better than flying solo. 

Whining, Goku collapses onto his back and spreads his little limbs out akin to a starfish. The raspberry he blows makes a cowlick of hair sway as he stares at the frame of the canopy. He’s too busy throwing an internal, sexually frustrated fit that he doesn’t notice the return of his prince. 

Vegeta’s slamming the bedroom door as per usual and stripping his chest-plate away, discarding it on the ottoman. 

Goku’s startled back into reality by the vibration of Vegeta’s armour smacking against the cushions. He sits up and immediately glues his eyes to his prince’s body. It’s strange being the one to look up when Vegeta’s standing upright. However, with how huge the prince is now compared to himself, his heart is beginning to race. He stares lecherously at those massive muscles flexing as they peel out of that tight spandex, revealing the prince’s sculpted body. Drool dribbles from his jaw that’s slack in awe at the size of that cock. Vegeta’s always been bigger than average, there’s no doubt about that, but due to being shrunk, it’s colossal while flaccid. Unfortunately, his perverted view is ruined by Vegeta turning around to sit down – though he does get a cheeky glance at the prince’s toned ass. 

Vegeta grumbles, “Kakarot, get your ass home right now so I can fuck you,” to himself before holding his phone against his ear as it rings. 

Goku gulps. To his luck, his phone is unheard as he remembers he left it at Bulma’s. 

“Fuck sake.” Vegeta scoffs at the cheerful voicemail before throwing his phone onto the bed. 

Goku is quick to dodge the assault before his problems become harder when Vegeta decides to climb onto the bed. He’s scrambling to avoid being crushed, scattering across the bed akin to a dashing hare, until he’s outside the field of Vegeta’s body slam. Goku clutches onto the nearest thing he can grab, screwing his eyes shut, and anticipates his prince’s leg to smack down onto his body. 

“Kakarot, what the actual fuck?” 

Cautiously, Goku opens his right eye, expecting to meet eyes with King Yemma. Instead, he’s greeted by tanned skin. He opens his other eye before slowly looking up to greet his lover’s confused expression. “Hi.” He awkwardly squeaks, heat rushing to his cheeks. 

Vegeta strains an arm to his thigh and pinches the back of Goku’s gi. He picks him up and dangles his partner in front of his face. His heart swells at Goku’s flushed cheeks and adorable pout on his tiny face. “Why are you small?” 

Sulking, Goku explains, “I was helpin’ Bulma clean up her lab and then I found her old shrinky watch. I thought I’d give it a go even though she told me to throw it ‘cause it’s broken. Now I’m stuck like this…” 

Vegeta snorts. “You really are an idiot.” 

Goku wishes he was his normal size so he could smack his lover for insulting him. He resorts to lowering his head and twiddling his thumbs, sweetly apologising, “I’m sorry, ‘Geta. I really wanted to do sex tonight but the dragon balls won’t be ready for a little bit.” 

Vegeta licks his lips to tease, “Who says we still can’t?”

“‘Cause yer penis would be too big to fit.” 

“Kakarot, where’s your imagination?” Vegeta smirks, placing Goku into his palm before he could answer the rhetorical question. He looks down at his now tiny boyfriend, relishing his confused expression as he watches the rusty clogs in Goku’s brain turn to form an idea of what Vegeta’s thinking. 

Goku palms his erection through his gi as he looks up at the prince’s smirk. He feels like Vegeta’s prey. Vulnerable and not to mention bite-sized. But that only fuels his arousal. His body is under his lover’s control. Goku’s lying right in his prince’s palm, ready for what’s in store. “What ya thinkin’ about?”

Vegeta clicks his tongue. “Roll over for me.” 

Goku complies, rolling over onto his stomach. “Like this?” He asks, but instead of a ‘good boy’ he would normally receive in response to following his prince’s orders, he’s responding himself with a gasp as the tip of Vegeta’s tongue is gliding down him, starting from his back, trailing down his spine, pressing into the knots of his back which makes him shiver, until stopping beneath his ass. Goku’s tries to whimper his needs, but Vegeta seems to be one step ahead as his single finger has enough force to tear off Goku’s bottoms. 

Tossing the piece of fabric aside, Vegeta eyes the prize before him: Goku’s ass. Despite his lover being small enough to fit into his palm, his rear is still big and plump enough to make his mouth water. He’s ready to purr a comment until he feels something hard rubbing against his palm. Vegeta’s lips curl into a smirk. “Stop humping my hand, slut. I didn’t say you could get off yet.” 

Whining, Goku reluctantly halts his hips. His cock throbs in anticipation for something. He rolls onto his back and pouts. “Vegeta, please.” 

“Why? Are you desperate for me, Kakarot?” 

Huffing, Goku jumps up onto his feet and points his tiny finger at his prince. “Ya’ve been ignorin’ me all week, so of course I’m desperate! I need ya, Vegeta! I need ya real’ bad!” He pleads. 

“You need me?” 

“Ugh!” Goku exasperatedly sighs as he slams down onto his ass. “Yer always drivin’ me crazy.” He grumbles, folding his arms and crossing his legs. 

Vegeta chuckles. He loves seeing Goku sexually frustrated, but it’s even better when he’s tiny and throwing a fit in his hand. Pulling his hand closer to his face, Vegeta uses two of his fingers to pinch the remains of Goku’s gi and tear it off, dismissing it on the floor before purring, “Then let me make you feel good, Kakarot.”

Goku’s face blossoms pink. Flustered at how close Vegeta’s massive, smug expression is before moaning at Vegeta’s tongue knocking him onto his back as it licks down his torso, tracing down his washboard stomach before reaching his aching cock. “Vegeta.” He whimpers as that sinful limb focuses on his erection, flicking against it with just the tip. It probably wouldn’t feel good if Goku were back to his original size, but due to being shrunk, Vegeta’s colossal tongue is stimulating every nerve on his sensitive, weeping tip. His toes curl as his legs instinctively lift up and knees bend into his shoulders. 

Vegeta wishes he could watch his lover’s expressions. But if he were to even try to take a peek, he’d permanently snap his eyes into an uncomfortable position. So, he listens. Listens to every breathy gasp, whimper, and bitten back moan blessing his ears as he tastes all of his lover’s precum that smears against his palette with every twitch. Fuck is his tiny lover a treat. All of it possesses his tongue to delve further, this time with the flat of it, starting upwards from Goku’s crack, over his asshole that puckers agains his tongue, and over his cock. He repeats this motion, feeling Goku’s twitching body get crazier by the minute. 

Goku’s moans become louder as he bucks up against Vegeta’s tongue. It’s so warm and wet. And the size of it manages to reach all of his sweet spots — it even makes Goku discover erogenous zones he never thought he had. He feels like a delicacy. A vulnerable dish, all for Vegeta to savour. And there isn’t a single thing Goku can do about it. 

He doesn’t want to do anything about it. 

Goku desires to lay here and take it. Take all that Vegeta can give. All of his mercy after being such a tease. “Vegeta.” He moans, fluttering open his eyes to look up at that hot mouth, shivering at Vegeta’s warm breath blowing against his body before arching his back at Vegeta’s tongue focusing on his sensitive rim, tracing and lapping, making Goku gape for it. What he would do for the prince to be inside of him. To take him right here and right now; claim him as his slut. His vessel. His third class whore. His pre-orgasm thoughts summon him to whimper, “I’m yours, Vegeta.”

Vegeta stops for a moment to groan, “That’s right, Kakarot. You’re mine,” before returning his tongue to his lover. Hearing Goku submit to him has the prince sliding a hand down to attend his own cock that’s been screaming for attention. 

“All yours.” Goku moans, struggling to compose himself as his body begins to spasm. His hips chase the rhythm of Vegeta’s tongue, increasing the surging euphoria that has his balls threatening to tighten. His cock twitches pathetically as he struggles to keep his impending orgasm at bay. But already having an overly sensitive body before being tiny, his miniature size only amplifies the pleasure. As the familiar knot begins to pull in his groin like piano wire, Goku can only dig his fingers into Vegeta’s palm and hump against his tongue without any rhythm, just pure instinct, as he erotically cries out, “Vegeta! Vegeta!”

Engrossed in rimming, Vegeta doesn’t register Goku’s body spasming at his orgasm until warmth is splattering against his tongue in tiny jets. He groans, desperate to swallow it, but he ignores the crippling urge and continues to devour his lover until he’s whimpering from the oversensitivity. Then does he give his lover mercy by removing his tongue so he can relish the taste of Goku before pecking his softening cock. 

Goku pants as he closes his eyes. “Vegeta.” He weakly breathes, flopping his limbs down on Vegeta’s palm. 

“Fuck.” Vegeta grunts, squeezing the base of his penis. “I’m not sure if I want to reverse this.” 

Breathlessly giggling, “I dunno if it wears off. But we’ve gotta tell Bulma sooner or later.” 

Vegeta sighs as he gently lays his lover on his inner thigh, ego boosting at the second of shock from Goku at the size of his cock compared to him. “We’ll tell her eventually…” 

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Patience is a virtue Goku will never be able to afford. He can’t sit still for more than five seconds; becomes an impatient toddler when his dinner isn’t ready yet; and worst of all: his lack of patience with Vegeta’s teasing. Having to wait for Vegeta to stop dragging out the foreplay, to deal with his prince whispering dirty words into his ear around their friends, and the groping here and there of his ass and nipples has Goku struggling to keep himself together. Not only hiding his obvious erections, but also his frustration. He has to remain calm to avoid his friends thinking something is amiss. However, Vegeta doesn’t make it easy for Goku, therefore, Goku challenges his prince back despite knowing that his tricks will extend their foreplay later on. 

But today, Goku has had enough. 

After Vegeta slid his palm over Goku’s ass when walking past for the umpteenth time, Goku had to bite down on his cheek to suppress his urge to match his prince’s energy. Already at full mast after Vegeta’s arousing behaviour from today, Goku knows that he’d rather have his orgasm when he wants it instead of having Vegeta make him beg for it — though, Goku cannot deny his thorough enjoyment of that. He carries on through the evening acting his normal self as usual — as if he wasn’t parading around with a painful boner tucked into his sash  — by laughing at unfunny jokes, blanking out Vegeta to piss him off, and concealing every small reaction to Vegeta’s touches. 

Once they returned home, Goku’s patience had truly run dry. He’s impressed that he’s stayed composed for this long. But that composure quickly washes down the drain when Vegeta dresses into his baggy joggers and lays on their bed. Sighing, Goku kicks off his boots and pounces, diving straight onto his lover whose smirk still remains. 

“What’s your deal, Kakarot?” Vegeta asks with faux nonchalance. He knows full well Goku is suffering from crippling sexual frustration from his teasing earlier — as expected. 

Goku isn’t having that cunning smirk tonight. He’s gone all day aching for friction that he’d be damned if he’d go any longer. “Vegeta, I’m sick of yer teasin’ me.” He whines as he lowers his hips down to grind his cock against his lover’s crotch. 

Vegeta licks his lips at how quickly Goku is beginning to unravel already at the slight friction. “Moaning already? I bet you’re hardly getting any stimulation from that.” He mocks. 

Huffing, Goku leans back to untie his sash, let his bottoms fall and erection spring free. “Maybe if ya dint leave me hangin’ all day it wouldn’t do much.” 

Vegeta barks a cruel laugh. “Don’t lie, Kakarot. Anything turns you into a moaning mess.” 

“Yer such an asshole.” Goku pouts, looming back over his prince. 

Shrugging, Vegeta lifts his legs over his lover’s shoulder and squeezes Goku’s cock between his thighs, eliciting a breathy moan. “You wish you could fuck my asshole, but that’s never going to happen now, is it?” 

Goku knows that Vegeta’s messing with his mind. With the way he’s remaining on his back, legs dangling over his shoulders, it’s foreign. Too submissive. Vegeta would never be caught dead in such a humiliating position. Is it unbelievably sexy? Fuck yes. However, it has Goku feeling slightly envious. He should be the one lying like that, not his prince. He wants Vegeta looming over him, not the opposite. But Vegeta’s next purred words are enough to send him into a frenzy. 

“If you want it so bad, this is how I’m letting you get off tonight, slut.” 

Whimpering, Goku’s tip weeps at those words as he starts to thrust his hips. He slams his palms at both sides of Vegeta’s head as he watches his prince push his thighs closer, making the grip on Goku’s cock even tighter. However, there isn’t enough motion due to the lack of lubrication. Tittering, Goku sits up, letting his penis flop out of Vegeta’s thighs. “Uhh, could ya get the slippy stuff?” 

Rolling his eyes, Vegeta reaches over to the side table, grumbling, “Ruin the mood as always,” and retrieves the lubricant. He tosses it at Goku — mostly aiming to hit him in the face — but of course, his grinning idiot catches it with ease. 

“Thanks!” Goku smiles before popping open the cap and lathering his cock with a copious amount before reaching to spread some over Vegeta’s thighs. 

Vegeta’s face flushes as he scoffs, “Don’t you dare get the wrong idea.” 

Tilting his head, Goku discards the lube onto the floor and grabs his lover’s thighs. He positions the tip of his cock at the gap before slipping through with ease as he presses Vegeta’s legs close enough together, making him moan at the gratification. Oh god Goku has been needing this. “Fuck, Vegeta. This feels pretty good.” His eyes flutter close and jaw hangs slack. He thrusts slow at first, soaking in the tingling euphoria of his cock finally receiving friction, before leaning down to press his lips against Vegeta’s which are hungry enough to devour his own. It’s hot and heavy. Wet and sloppy. Goku’s noises are being swallowed by that mouth. That tongue that slides into his own to explore and conquer. 

To Goku’s dismay, Vegeta pulls away to purr, “I bet it won’t be long until you finish.” 

Pouting at that tormenting smirk, Goku sits up. “Ya dun’ know anythin’.” He defends, albeit with a trembling voice as his desperation makes his hips increase in speed. “I dun-mmm-finish that — oh! — quickly.” 

“Then why are your knees threatening to buckle? Why are you starting to moan even louder?” Vegeta teases. He’s ingrained every erotic expression and mannerism from Goku into his mind after having the privilege of witnessing the whiny bottom that is Son Goku, so he’s already aware that Goku’s a few more thrusts away from painting his thighs. So, why not add more fuel to the fire and make it happen even quicker just to be an asshole?  He snorts. “Your eyes are starting to roll back into your fucking head, clown. And you’re only just fucking my thighs.” 

Whimpering, Goku’s entire body clenches. Vegeta’s right, he is going to blow any minute. Maybe if ya weren’t such a teasing asshole, I would be able to last longer! Yet, he’s still pathetically attempting to stand his ground despite struggling to release a single syllable without moaning. He wants to slow himself down, but the pleasure is way too fucking much. He’s been planning this since the first of Vegeta’s teasing antics. He’s so fucking horny that he doesn’t want foreplay. He just wants to be thrown onto all fours and savagely pounded into the mattress. Or if Vegeta didn’t plan to be nice, he’d rut against his prince’s calf like a goddamn dog in heat. It’s shameful, really. Goku’s body can handle almost anything. But pleasure. Oh god pleasure. It’s his weakness. A fatal flaw that Vegeta loves to take advantage of. 

Then that shame fizzles out. His threatening orgasm is near. And it steals away his subconscious, leaving him with instincts and his five senses. The smell of Vegeta’s musk, the sound of the creaking bed, the taste of his own saliva pooling in his mouth, and the sensation of Vegeta’s lubricated thighs squeezing his cock so fucking good. All of it possesses Goku. 

So he surrenders. 

“Vegeta, oh, Vegeeeeeta.” Are his final slurred words.

His balls tighten. His hips lose rhythm as they rely on instinct. He has no control of his vocal cords that are making mortifying, erotic sounds as his cock blissfully throbs. 

Vegeta’s smirk still remains. He watches his lover’s hot semen spurt from his cock in thick ribbons that splatter between his thighs and stomach. He allows Goku to rock his hips a few more times, admiring the way his lover shivers at the sensitivity before it slips out. 

Breathless, Goku collapses next to his prince. “I’ve been wantin’ that all day.” He pants. 

Vegeta chuckles. “You’re so whiny.” 

“Sorry.” Goku titters, rolling onto his back. “Sex stuff with ya always feels way too good.” 

“As hot as it is to watch how quickly you turn into a puddle of mush at the simplest of things, I would appreciate it if you pass the tissues.” 

Goku snorts before pressing a kiss on his prince’s shoulder and swiping his finger over his own mess. 

Vegeta’s eyes widen at the sight of Goku sucking his own essence off his finger. “Nice?” Vegeta chuckles. 

Goku pulls his finger out with an audible pop. “I actually taste pretty good.” He grins. 

“Idiot.” 

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Goku’s always been a slut for everything. Desperate for a powerful brawl, strenuous exercise, crippling pleasure — everything and anything that pushes his body to its never ending limits. And Vegeta is more than happy to indulge. He has no hesitation to slap his lover around, edge him until he’s screaming for it, and pound him senseless into the mattress. Vegeta truly believes every time he explores Goku’s depravity, he’s reached the ceiling of what his lover’s body can handle, but he’s always proven wrong. 

Even now, bending Goku over the kitchen counter, fingering him with earnest, watching Goku’s eyes clench and roll back as drool spills from his quivering lips, forming a pool on the marble; Vegeta thought he had finally reached the pinnacle of Goku’s limits. He can see his lover struggling with the blinding pleasure as he whimpers pathetically, legs shaking as his knees threaten to buckle despite begging for this just moments ago. 

As Vegeta curls his fingers and thrusts hard enough that the wet, sloppy sounds of Goku’s lubricated, slutty asshole reverberate around the kitchen loud enough to be audible over Goku’s porn star moans, he still has the audacity to cry out, “Vegeta, more, please!” He can’t control a single fibre of his being. All his body can do is shake and spasm at the crippling euphoria. Which is just what he wants. He loves being a fuck doll that Vegeta can overstimulate for his own pleasure. All he can do is lay here and take it. Take everything his prince feels generous enough to give him. And with his body no longer under his own possession, he’s left Vegeta in charge of what he can and can’t handle.  But despite struggling to stop his trembling knees from collapsing, Goku desires more. More than Vegeta’s fingers can give him. 

Vegeta’s quick to notice this. “Begging for my cock already?” He muses, still thrusting his fingers relentlessly. 

“Yes!” 

Chuckling, Vegeta rags his fingers out of the clenching heat and retrieves the lube from his side. As he lathers his cock, he watches Goku’s asshole gape at the loss as his lover pants. “I’ll give you mercy just this once.” He teases, giving himself a few strokes before spreading Goku’s cheeks apart and lining the tip of his cock against Goku’s asshole. He slides up and down, relishing the desperate whimper he elicits from his lover before slowly penetrating. Instantly, Goku’s pliant hole is sucking him in, wrapping those velvet walls tightly against Vegeta’s penis like it’s scared to let go. Vegeta groans at the bliss of it. “Fucking love it when you squeeze my dick like that, slut.”

“Please.” Goku whines as he stretches one of his arms to try and grab his prince’s waist in attempt to rush the penetration. Feeling every inch of Vegeta languidly pressing into him is draining Goku’s sanity. After having the euphoria from minutes ago stripped from him, he’s ready to throw a tantrum if Vegeta doesn’t pick up the pace within the next ten seconds. Goku needs it. Needs that gratification that only his prince can provide. So he whines once again, “Hurry up.” 

“Be patient, slut.” Vegeta scolds with a snort. It’ll never grow old to see how easily Goku becomes sexually frustrated. 

A minute passes of Vegeta taking his sweet fucking time and he’s finally reached the hilt. Goku softly moans, feeling stuffed and satisfied that the torture is over. He lifts up his head, ready to beg once again, but Vegeta’s digging his fingers into his hips and slowly moving his own. Goku flops his head back onto the marble and moans once again. This slow rhythm feels wonderful, yet, it’s still not enough. As much as Goku enjoys making love, right now he’s in the mood for a rough fucking. He wants to be mind broken by Vegeta’s cock. Utterly dick drunken to the point where he not only forgets his surroundings, but who he is as a person. “Vegeta, you’re going to slow.” He complains with a pout. 

The second that complaint reaches Vegeta’s ears, he’s quick to wipe that childish pout right off Goku’s face.

Without warning, Vegeta retracts back so only the tip of his cock remains inside before slamming inside, smacking his abdomen against Goku’s ass with enough force to make it wiggle. 

Goku reaches to grip onto the edge of the marble. His fingers turn white as he tries to keep himself in place, but Vegeta decides to thrust into him much harder than the first time, forcing his arms to slide forward on the countertop as he loudly moans at the impact. He’s left to flop his head and destroy his vocal cords as Vegeta continues this, adding more and more strength behind each pound. Fuck does it feel good. Goku’s certain that he’ll end up finishing, but it’s still not enough. He wants the rhythm, fast and hard, as Vegeta rotates his hips. “Vegeta, stop teasin’!” Goku cries, slamming his fists onto the counter. 

“Fine. But don’t start begging for mercy once I start.”

Goku doesn’t take notice of Vegeta’s warning at first. He’s far too frustrated to consider the weight of his prince’s words — that is until he’s being ragged on the floor and his knees are bending into his shoulders. Goku looks up his prince, furrowing his brows as broken syllables leave his mouth. But Vegeta’s answering his unspoken questions by slamming his cock into him without warning. He chokes on his own saliva at the impact before his mouth hangs agape and ungodly, cacophonous moans erupt from his throat as Vegeta savagely pounds into his prostate and bladder with strength that Goku has never felt before — especially in Vegeta’s base form. Goku’s back arches and head slams against the floor as he struggles to find something to grip onto as he spasms pathetically. Each of his brain cells fizzle away as euphoria possess his mind and subconscious, usurping his surprise at where this power from Vegeta came from. An’ why hasn’t he fucked me this hard before? Either way, Goku’s relishing the gratification of it. 

Vegeta wishes he could open his eyes and watch Goku struggle to accustom to the overstimulation, but he has to focus. Remember his training with Beerus that has allowed him to achieve this new peak of raw strength. If Goku wants to be pounded with as much power as possible, then Vegeta will give it to him. Though, he has to say a few prayers to Kami above that he won’t finish prematurely from Goku’s erotic noises. Those whiny moans and desperate whimpers are enough to inspire Vegeta’s perverted imagination to form an accurate image of Goku’s face right now. 

Convulsing, spasming, writhing: Goku has officially lost all control over his body. He’s forced to endure it all. To cry out his prince’s name as he surrenders to the vigorous surges of pleasure shooting through his veins and straight to his throbbing cock like bolts of electricity. It’s all too much. Goku has officially discovered his sexual limit know that Vegeta’s cock is not only striking his prostate, but banging into his bladder, too. And it feels so fucking good. Never in Goku’s life has sex felt as euphoric as it does tonight. He thought he’d truly surrendered all of his control to his prince before, truly, yet his expectations are scrapped once again. He’s proven wrong by his prince again. And Kami above does Goku fucking love it. This rhythm, this pace, this act of being fucked like a goddamn rag doll that’s left to moan and whimper shamelessly is orgasmic. The combination of relentless prostate stimulation and the banging into his bladder has Goku’s cock leaking and twitching, threatening to erupt at every thrust. “Vegeta! Vegeta! Vegeta! Vegeeetaaa!” Goku moans loudly, borderline screaming as his body reaches its limit. It’s only a second more and his voice is raising an octave as his balls tighten and pearly semen erupts from the tip of his throbbing cock, splattering on his chest. He mewls, body convulsing through the waves of his orgasm. Goku’s fingers turn white with how hard he’s gripping onto the tiles, waiting for his prince to give him mercy and allow him to ride through the pleasure.

Vegeta doesn’t stop. 

Goku can’t even get out a coherent word as the overstimulation hits him like a tsunami. A tropical storm of pleasure so euphoric and painful at the same time that his eyes well with tears. 

But it’s not far from over. 

Goku sobs when Vegeta’s devious hand wraps around his softening penis and strokes. Jerking poor Goku senseless in time with the movement of his hips, sending Goku into a daze. 

Now he’s officially mind broken. 

“VEGETA!” Goku fucking squeals before the rest he’s able to vocalise are whimpers and pathetic sobs as the tears pour down his cheeks. It feels so fucking good. Like a never-ending orgasm. But his body is struggling to stay still. He’s wriggling on the floor as his instincts fight for the control to buck his hips back against Vegeta’s to chase even more pleasure. He’s only just able to grip onto Vegeta’s shoulders before his hands slip down to his back, allowing his blunt fingernails to scrape the thick skin off Vegeta’s muscles. 

Grunting, Vegeta removes a hand from underneath Goku’s right knee and uses it to grab his lover’s chin. “Is it too much for you, slut?” 

Goku may be fighting for his life right now, but he still wants to egg Vegeta on. He fucking needs more. His limits can be broken further. He’ll be a good slut for his prince. The best submissive that can give and take everything Vegeta desires. “N-No.” He whimpers as if tears weren’t slipping through the gaps between his prince’s fingers. 

“That’s what I fucking thought.” Vegeta growls before dipping his head down to use the flat of his tongue to drink up Goku’s salty tears, relishing the vibrations of Goku’s moans against his palm. “You sound like a fucking mess right now. And your slutty asshole is spazzing around my dick.”

Riding through a powerful tremor passing through his body, Goku femininely moans as his legs stretch in the air, toes flex, and a second orgasm hits, making his first orgasm pale in comparison. He throbs in Vegeta’s ruthless fist as semen dribbles from his slit. And once again, his perception of pleasure is quickly warped. All of his limbs are trembling, body is aching, cock is red raw, and asshole is screaming for a senzu bean as his merciless prince continues to fuck him through it all. While he flops about on the floor, closes his eyes and sobs. He’s far too gone to even notice Vegeta halting his hand and slowly pulling himself out. 

Vegeta pants as he lays down next to his heaving lover and scoops him into a snuggle by his waist. He peppers kisses all over his cheeks and nose, praising him through loving murmurs, “Good boy, you did so well for me.” 

Shakily exhaling, Goku sniffles as he relaxes from his prince’s affection. He flutters his eyes open and blinks the blurriness from his tears — which Vegeta lovingly wipes away — before rolling over to face his prince. “Vegeta.” He croaks. 

Snorting, Vegeta pecks his dry lips. “You okay?”

Goku slowly nods, still dazed from two mind blowing orgasms. “Please do that again.”

“I was already planning to.” Vegeta laughs, pecking his lover’s forehead.

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It usually doesn’t take a lot to get Vegeta’s attention. He’s always on alert, ready for a fight or a round of spitting verbal abuse to others. But when it comes to Goku’s sexual advances, the prince remains oblivious — which is frustrating since Goku is rather embarrassed to admit his attraction so bluntly. He’s desired the prince for a while (more like for the past decade) and knowing that Vegeta would take any opportunity to humiliate him, it destroys his confidence even more. However, Goku can’t let this attraction dissipate. His unsatisfied libido paired with the pinnacle of sex appeal that is prince Vegeta leaves Goku with no choice. So, to save himself the embarrassment, Goku has decided that instead of blurting out his desires, he’ll play the long game of making Vegeta figure it out himself. He thought it wouldn’t take so long for Vegeta to take a hint…

But it’s been nine months. 

Nine, torturous months of depravity. Utter desperation for the royal saiyan to have his way with Goku who is so very interested. He’s tried everything. Purposefully bending over, nonchalantly teasing with sexual euphemisms, flirting with his food to show his prince how fucking skilled he is with his slutty mouth, and even tearing Vegeta’s spandex apart during a scrap isn’t enough! Goku can’t decipher whether or not Vegeta is toying with him. Is he truly unaware? Or is Vegeta tricking Goku just so he can continue embarrassing himself so Vegeta can have a laugh? 

Either way, enough is enough. 

Goku is so goddamn horny that he’s resorting to his final plan: the plug. 

A gift from Bulma who had been inventing more powerful sex toys due to hers no longer being able to satisfy. She understood Goku’s sexual frustration (though Goku made sure to skip the details of why his needs are neglected) and unknowingly gave Goku the weapon for his final attempt to seduce Vegeta. 

So, today, Goku started off his morning laying on his side, gi bottoms bunched up at his boots as his lubricated fingers curl inside of him, teasing himself at the thought of what he’s actually doing, but only just enough that he’ll avoid finishing prematurely. As much as he’d rather finger himself stupid to the thought of Vegeta, he whines as he retracts his fingers before retrieving the plug and smearing it with lubricant. Breath shaky, Goku bites down on his bottom lip as he sinks the toy inside, relishing the twinge of pleasure until his asshole kisses the flared base. 

If this don’t work, then I dunno what will…

With that abhorrent reassurance, Goku’s dressing himself and shooting off into the sky, following the source of Vegeta’s ki. 

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Goku touches down on the grass across from Vegeta. The second his eyes met the prince’s, his nerves begin to get the best of him, wiping his memory of the plan he had in store seconds ago. And when Vegeta’s lips curl into a smirk, Goku’s reminded of what he’s currently wearing. He begins to doubt himself. How would this even work? The plug isn’t even on display so how could the prince even be aware? And what if he does find out? What if Vegeta brutally rejects him? So many negative thoughts in regards to how awful the outcome could be, Goku doesn’t notice that he’s been staring at Vegeta akin to a deer in the headlights until Vegeta’s rudely clicking his fingers in his face. 

“Kakarot? I haven’t got time for this bullshit.” 

Goku quickly snaps himself back into reality. Despite his doubts, he has to remain composed. This could be his only chance, and his desperate libido isn’t content with missing this opportunity. “Sorry, I dint get much sleep last night.” He sheepishly lies, scratching his neck for effect. 

Vegeta scoffs. “I find that hard to believe.” 

 Swallowing, Goku’s ready to defend himself since Vegeta wasn’t convinced, however, Vegeta positioning himself into his usual battle stance conveys that the prince doesn’t have the energy to waste berating Goku about it. He sighs in relief as he matches Vegeta’s body with his own stance. “Think ya can beat me this time?” He teases. 

“Tch. I’m beating you until you’re unconscious today, third class.” Vegeta spits before charging in first with a fiery fist, successfully striking Goku. 

But Goku doesn’t allow Vegeta to relish the brief victory — even if it is such a turn on to see Vegeta boosting his own ego — and pummels the prince relentlessly, managing to land a few hits past the prince’s powerful guard. 

Their spar unfolds as usual. Their rehearsed choreography of kicks, punches, ki blasts, and Goku’s naughty habit of tearing Vegeta’s clothes. It’s exhilarating. A raw, primal battle that’s only fuelling Goku’s dirty fantasies further. At first, Goku felt shame in his idea. But now, intoxicated by the bliss of their spar, Goku has no regrets. Every slight movement has the plug shifting ever so slightly, making him shiver — at first. But as the speed of his dodging increases, the strength behind Vegeta’s strikes to his body grow harsher, and the prince’s strange focus around Goku’s lower half had poor Goku’s cock throbbing in his gi at each impact thanks to his butt plug transitioning from grazing his prostate and stimulating his nerves around his convulsing rim to jolting, igniting every fibre of his asshole so orgasmically. 

And there went Goku’s discretion. 

Though he was grateful that Vegeta’s frequent sexy grunts and spits of cruel insults usurped the sound of his soft moans and whimpers, Goku couldn’t stop his body from reacting. He’s left powerless to the predicament he got himself into. His body twitched, cock leaked profusely, and his left eye squinted as pleasure surged through his being. But… Vegeta doesn’t seem to have caught on just yet. In fact, that arousing, proud smirk plastered on his goddamn handsome face conveyed that the prince is more interested in his growing ego that’s radiating around the battlefield instead of Goku being ready to ejaculate on the spot. 

That is, until a fatal blow catches Goku off guard…

Goku, deep in thought at how he’s living one of his biggest sexual fantasies, didn’t notice the sneaky kick Vegeta had been charging in his arsenal while distracting his horny rival with his moving fists. Before he knew it, Goku was kicked directly in the abdomen, resulting in is body being flung across the field and landing right on his fucking ass. The impact had a crippling amount of euphoria shooting straight through him, igniting every nerve in his nether regions. He couldn’t keep his cool. The loudest, mortifying, most ungodly moan reverberated from his throat at the pleasure, making Vegeta pause and immediately wiping that smug smirk off his face. Face growing redder by the second, Goku dares to look up at the prince before him. 

“Kakarot, what the actual fuck?” Vegeta gawks, his own face flushing at the display. 

Embarrassed, Goku dips his head to avoid Vegeta’s judgment as he pushes himself back up onto his feet. Head remaining down, Goku sheepishly mumbles, “Let’s jus’ continue,” as if his body isn’t currently screaming at him to go home and never show his face again — exactly as he predicted. 

“Not just yet.” Vegeta clears his throat. “Look at me, Kakarot.” 

Whining, Goku feels his body burning with shame as he reluctantly lifts his head to face the prince. 

Vegeta folds his arms over his chest plate. Smirk returning, he teases, “Do you get off from fighting me or something?” 

“No.” Goku titters, sounding horrifically out of character. “Jus’ yer kick took me by surprise is all.” 

Vegeta purses his lips and tilts his head. “Then why is your face red?” He lowers his gaze towards his rival’s obvious boner tenting his soaked gi as he points at it. “And why has your cock leaked so much?” 

Curse Goku’s cock for leaking even more at the humiliation. “I think we should call it a day.” He swallows, averting his gaze. 

“Do you really think I’ve never noticed you trying to make a move during our spars for months, third class?” Vegeta laughs. 

Now that set Goku off. The shame dissipates as fury ignites, forcing his eyes back on Vegeta’s as he whines, “So ya knew all this time?!” 

Vegeta can’t stifle his laughter at the sight of his sexually frustrated rival tweaking before him. Is this the same joy this idiot feels when he riles me up? “Yes. I did.” He snorts. 

“Ugh!” Goku rolls his eyes and combs his fingers through his hair before composing himself to bark, “So why haven’t ya done anythin’? Or if yer not interested, why didn’t ya jus’ tell me?!” 

“Calm down, Kakarot.” Vegeta sighs, walking towards his ruffled rival. “I am interested. But that doesn’t mean I’m easy to get.” 

Goku pouts, folds his arms, and grumbles, “So ya jus’ like playin’ hard to get.” 

Vegeta rolls his eyes before cupping his rival’s flushed cheeks. “I am hard to get. But I also wanted to see how far you’d go to get my dick.” He feels Goku shiver beneath him as he melts into his hands like putty. “So, what was your plan today? I’ve slammed you down onto the ground plenty of times and not once did you ever moan like that.” 

Slowly regaining his confidence, Goku manages to summon the courage to sheepishly utter, “Why don’t yer look for ya sen.” 

Licking his lips, Vegeta groans at the tease. “Gladly.” He answers before turning Goku around by his shoulders and squatting before his rival’s ass. 

Goku tilts his head akin to a confused puppy. I know Vegeta is real’ smart, but I don’t think he could figure it out this eas- He cuts his thoughts off with his own gasp at the sound of Vegeta ripping his bottoms apart, exposing his ass to the cool breeze. 

“No fucking way.” Vegeta mutters to himself. His cock practically sprang to full mast the second his eyes laid on the faux crystal poking out between Goku’s asscheeks. He hungrily spreads them apart, exposing himself to a sight that has now been stored into his memory for a rainy day. “Fucking hell, Kakarot. You’ve had this on the whole time?” 

Goku titters, “Yeah,” before moaning at Vegeta slowly pulling it out and pushing it back in — though, he would’ve collapsed at the pleasure if his prince didn’t grip onto his knees in time. 

“No wonder you were whimpering like a desperate slut during our spar.” Vegeta teases as he stands up. 

Sheepishly, Goku turns himself around to look down at his prince. “I’m surprised ya managed to get it that quick.” 

Vegeta snorts. “Please, as if I haven’t been fantasising about you doing something like this for years. Though, you’re lucky that this one doesn’t have a remote to control it, otherwise I wouldn’t have been so nice.” 

Goku bites down hard on his bottom lip to suppress another shameful moan at that erotic confession. “I do have one like that.” He nervously admits. 

“Oh yeah? You should’ve brought it then, Kakarot. We could’ve had even more fun. But for now, let me show you what I’ve pictured doing to you for so long, slut.”

And what Vegeta had to show was nothing short of Goku’s own perverted imagination...

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“When I’m sleepin’ ya can still fuck me y’know.” 

That sentence returns in Vegeta’s mind as he sits on his calves next to his snoozing lover. Goku has been flat out since his thick skull hit the goddamn pillow. Meanwhile, Vegeta has been unable to fall asleep due to his raging erection refusing to allow his hands to resolve after Goku gave him such a sinful idea days ago. Despite being madly in love with the fool, the prince’s long lasting grudge against him because of their strength gap and years of humiliation dealt by a third class, Vegeta still has the disturbing desire to defeat him and brutally torment him far worse than he ever received in the past. And seeing his chest rise and fall, hearing his gentle snores and watching his limp body occasionally twitch in the starfish position, bells are ringing in his goddamn ears. Now is the time to strike. 

“After all these years, you still let your guard down even though I’ve threatened to kill you.” Vegeta teases in a sultry whisper as he moves himself between Goku’s spread legs. He reaches out his nervous palm towards his lover’s flaccid crotch, moulding his hand around the glorious cock underneath that hideous gi. “You’re smart for keeping your clothes on. Though, I’ll be tearing them off soon enough.” He squeezes the limp base, feeling the soft flesh slowly stir awake in time with Goku murmuring something incoherent. Vegeta’s fully aware that he won’t be awakened so quickly. So he takes the opportunity to straddle his lap and lean into his ear, purring, “Maybe I’ll be the bottom for once. While you’re fast asleep so you’ll never know that I let you have the privilege of being inside me.” He then lowers his head down to use the flat of his tongue to lick down his neck, tasting the salty sweat from their sexually charged spar earlier. Vegeta groans at the flavour as he reaches his prominent collarbones. 

Leaning back, Vegeta slides his hand down Goku’s torso, relishing the solid muscles gliding past his palms through the baggy material before stopping his fingers at the hem of the blue sash. Lo and behold, Vegeta feels his lover’s hips buck up and his blossoming erection poke up against his ass. “Tch. Even when you’re asleep it doesn’t take much for me to make you hard, third class.” Vegeta scoffs, shuffling down onto the mattress so he can view Goku’s clothed crotch. He skilfully unties the annoying sash and attempts to pull it off, but because his lover is currently deadweight right now, he ends up tearing the cobalt fabric to shreds. Vegeta shrugs and continues with his devious quest. He can’t stop himself smiling from the excitement of it. Goku, the strongest saiyan on Earth, the idiotic bastard that has spent almost two decades making a mockery of Vegeta’s royal status and destiny that was his birthright, the motherfucker who had the audacity to become a super saiyan before Vegeta, right in front of him now so vulnerable. No guard. No defences. Just far gone in his dreams to even process the prince’s hands lifting up his legs and bending his knees into his chest. 

Vegeta pins Goku’s knees with one hand, albeit with straining arms, and makes quick work of ragging his gi bottoms up, bunching them at his ankles. Now this is a sight to see. That delicious ass, testicles and weeping cock all on display for the dirty prince. He licks his lips, taking a mental image to store for later before spreading apart one of his lover’s cheeks and releasing it to watch the doughy flesh smack together and ripple beautifully at impact. “Fuck.” Vegeta grunts, cock throbbing painfully at the miniature earthquake. “All of this for me to take advantage of. I’ve finally got you where I’ve always wanted you. Defenceless and completely at my mercy. Though, I’m not giving you any mercy tonight, slut.” And Vegeta is determined to stick to his word and play out this diabolical fantasy of his. However it would be much sexier if he were to be crying and begging for Vegeta to be more merciful. Nonetheless, Vegeta’s engulfing his lover’s balls into his mouth, rolling the marbles inside his sacks with his tongue as he sucks, an action that he knows would have Goku erupting within minutes. 

Goku stirs above his prince, head drooping to the side as a sleepy, breathy whimper escapes his pliant mouth. 

Vegeta shivers at that reaction. There’s nothing more arousing than hearing Earth’s innocent hero whimpering from carnal pleasure. As he feels his lover stir in his deep sleep, Vegeta wonders if his dirty ministrations are plaguing his dreams. He pulls his mouth away with an audible pop and focuses his attention on the puckering pink hole that is beginning to ooze with its sweet lubricant, intoxicating the prince with its arousing scent. “Fuck, you’re getting so wet for me, slut.” He rubs his thumb over the taut ring, almost slipping inside from how soaked his lover is. Vegeta groans before taking his thumb to his mouth, sucking hard to quench his undying thirst for Goku’s delicious lubricant. “You always taste so good for me. Can’t believe you’re already this wet when I’ve hardly done anything.” He teases as he looks up between Goku’s legs, witnessing him buck his hips up subconsciously. “Having a nice dream, Kakarot? I wonder what I must be doing to you.” Vegeta laughs, lowering down his head. 

Now he has a new goal; devour his lover’s delectable ass. He uses the flat of his tongue to lick from his crack, using his arms to lift Goku’s hips, and drags his tastebuds over his lover’s puffy taint before feeling the furled, puckering muscle underneath his tongue. Groaning at the flavour of Goku’s juices lathering his tongue and dribbling down his chin, Vegeta grows far too impatient at his slow ministrations, so he begins to devour. Trace, swirl, lick, suck – fucking drinking everything that his sleeping lover is giving him. He grinds his own cock against the sheets at Goku’s breathy moan. Fuck is Vegeta having the time of his life. His pliant rival is all here for him; he can’t shake off the childish excitement of it. He lets his dirty subconscious possess his mind, blinding him from his original morals, all to live out a fantasy that has plagued his brain since day one in that damned wasteland. The prince pulls his head away from his favourite part of his lover to growl, “Seeing you beat up and bruised, covered in blood and so desperate to win despite all your bones being broken by me, I wanted to fuck you right then and there. I wanted you to scream for my mercy. To see your moans, whines and whimpers in that moment,” He sits up and wraps his fist around Goku’s painfully erect cock, squeezing the base to elicit another arousing whimper as his body twitches before continuing with his sultry words, “Don’t think I didn’t see that tent in your gi. If only your friends fucked off. I would’ve sucked you off and edged you until you were sobbing to orgasm. Maybe I would leave you unfinished and frustrated. Letting you throw a tantrum until I decide to give you the permission to finish down my throat. If only I knew how good you tasted back then.” 

Licking his lips, Vegeta lifts Goku’s cock upright as he lowers his head until his lips are ghosting over the pearly bead of precum at his slit. He pulls Goku’s foreskin back to expose the pink flesh and strains his neck over to dart the tip of his tongue against his frenulum, slowly sliding it side to side. 

Goku’s legs fall limp onto the bed, briefly startling Vegeta for a moment, as his head smacks to the side. He bites down onto his trembling lips, moaning sleepily. 

Vegeta thought he had awoken his lover, but he then hears his gentle snores, making him sigh in relief. “I forgot how much you love it when I do this.” He chuckles in a whisper before continuing once again. This time, he wraps his lips around the tip, sucking on the salty pre-cum pouring down his throat. Vegeta swallows every single drop. He feels Goku twitch again – though, much more aggressively as he moans – and that motivates the prince to be more passionate with his mouth. He sucks on Goku’s tip until his tongue painfully strains as he teases his frenulum, feeling his lover fall apart in his slumber. Vegeta’s far too gone to even feel Goku’s hips violently buck his cock deeper into his mouth. All he can focus on is the taste of his lover. The scent of that full blooded saiyan musk wafting from the base of Goku’s cock. The sounds of his breathy whimpers and incoherent hums of pleasure. Vegeta’s eyes flutter close, placing all of his attention on the man in front of him. The last of his race and the love of his life. I’ve defeated you, Kakarot. 

Moans growing more frequent, drool forms between the tight gap of Goku’s worrying lips and his legs begin to shake. A few more sucks and his body is beginning to wake him up from his blissful wet dream. With heavy eyes, Goku opens them for a second, only seeing the blurred bedroom before closing at the electrifying pleasure throbbing through his veins. His orgasm is rapidly brewing despite his half-asleep body barely being able to process his surroundings. The second time he opens his eyes, he manages to blink a few times to clear his vision, finding Vegeta looking up at him with flushed cheeks that are currently stuffed by his cock. “Vegeta.” Goku croaks out. 

Smirking the best he can with a full mouth, Vegeta bobs his head and swallows his lover down to the root. 

“Oh fuck.” Goku moans above him, head rolling back as his frantic fingers dig into his prince’s scalp. 

Vegeta’s mouth grows more aggressive. He squeezes the base of Goku’s glorious cock and deepthroats it with all of his might. The feeling of it twitching at the back of his throat and Goku’s moans beginning to crescendo signal to Vegeta that his lover is ready to blow at any second. 

And that second arises. 

Still partially asleep, Goku’s raspy voice almost cracks at the loud moaning of his lover’s name being torn from his dry throat. His hips buck forcefully and the hand in his prince’s hair rags his head down. His balls tighten before he erupts in the warmth of Vegeta’s mouth. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.” He whimpers, legs trembling and body tensing in time with his eyes clenching closed, Goku feels himself being milked dry by his prince’s hungry mouth which makes sure not a single drop goes to waste. 

Vegeta made damn sure of that. He drinks it all like he’d die without it. As if his lover’s ejaculation is his lifeline. His water. He gives one final suck as he pulls his head back, taking the oversensitive tip with him before pulling away with a pop. Breathless, he wipes the saliva from his mouth and stares at his panting lover through lidded eyes. 

“Vegeta, I was havin’ such a sexy dream about ya. It felt so real.” Goku pants as he strokes his fingers through his sweaty spikes. 

Chuckling, Vegeta teases, “I wonder why, Kakarot.” 

Goku playfully rolls his eyes before opening up his arms, gesturing for Vegeta to snuggle with him – to which he does by collapsing onto his chest and nuzzling his sweaty face into the crook of Goku’s neck. “Ya’ve gotta do that again, ‘Geta. Yer mouth was makin’ me dream about some really hot stuff.” 

“You better have been thinking about me.” Vegeta huffs. 

“I always think about yer, Vegeta. Especially when doin’ things like that. No one can make me feel the way that you do.” 

“Hn.” Vegeta hums, trying his best to ignore the fluttering of his heart at Goku’s adorable words. 

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Staring intensely at his lover’s cheerful grin and stupid hand giving into that nervous tic of scratching the back of his neck, Vegeta has to clench his fists to satiate his anger — for now. He couldn’t believe what he was hearing. Goku had the audacity to hire a hit on himself just for a better fight. As if training with his prince was no longer gratifying enough for him. Is Vegeta even a challenge to his lover anymore? If he wants to fuck off and get pounded by a hitman, then he’s on his own. 

And when everyone else left the cliff, Goku began to apologise profusely before attempting to kiss his prince. 

But Vegeta swatted those puckering lips away. He bit back a snarky remark as he tried to ignore his heart aching at the obvious dejection on Goku’s face. 

“Vegeta, I’m really sorry. I dint think it would get to ya like this…”

Vegeta scoffs, turning himself around. Rage bubbles in his veins, his head throbs, and palms swells with pain from how hard he’s digging his gloved fingers into them. He wants to say something. Get his point across. Convey his fury at the situation. But he can’t even look Goku in the eye. Not after today. Not after being severely disrespected by his partner. He opts for shooting off into the sky instead, flying out of earshot of Goku’s pleads for forgiveness. 

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He reaches their home, silent with his voice, but loud with aggression as he slams the front door, kicks off his boots — refusing to neatly stack them on the rack like he normally would — and stomps upstairs to the bedroom. 

Goku enters their home a minute later, noticing Vegeta’s boots discarded on the floor. Not seeing them resting against the other shoes makes the reality of the situation hit him right in the face. Guilt weighs his body down as he glumly removes his own shoes. His subconscious beats him up during the journey to the bedroom. How could he be so stupid? He shouldn’t have kept this a secret from Vegeta. He knows full well how Vegeta’s pride was left after his first match with Hit. It destroyed his prince more than anyone else knew. 

As he opens the door, Goku expects an assault of curses and insults to be fired at him. But Vegeta’s sitting on the end of the bed, following Goku’s movements through lidded eyes as Goku anxiously makes his way over to the bed. He stops a few inches in front of his prince before lowering his head and glumly apologising once again. “I’m really sorry, Vegeta. I should’ve at least told ya about it.” 

“Shut up and bend over my lap.” Vegeta demands, patting his thighs. 

Goku snaps his head upright. He wants to question, but he knows that’ll only infuriate his lover further, so he complies with hesitance. 

Vegeta notices this. When Goku hovers over his lap and begins to rest his elbows on the bed, Vegeta shoves Goku’s stomach down, winding his lover for a moment. “I’m so sick of your shit, third class.” 

Goku sulks. “I’m really really sorry, Vegeta.” 

“Why didn’t you tell me? Why did you even think to do something so disrespectful in the first place?” 

“I dunno.” Goku huffs, utterly frustrated at himself. “I really wanted to fight him again without any rules in the way.” 

“Am I not good enough for you, anymore?” Vegeta spits as he strokes a hand down Goku’s back, stopping when his palm rests beneath his lover’s perineum. 

“No.” Goku trembles out. “No it’s not that. I love sparrin’ with yer.” 

“Right.” Vegeta rolls his eyes. 

“Vegeta, I’m bein’ honest- Ah!” Goku gasps at the crisp, brutal smack to his ass. 

“Regardless of your bullshit, third class, I’m putting you in your place.” Vegeta hisses before ripping off his gloves and rubbing his palms together, building up enough friction to then strike Goku’s rear hard enough to make his back arch as he moans at the pain. 

Despite this seeming to be a punishment, Goku can’t stop his cock from beginning to harden in his gi. The stinging of his ass makes his erection throb against Vegeta’s thighs. “Vegeta, I’m sorry.” He pants before moaning loudly once again at another strike. 

“I don’t think you sound sincere enough, slut.” Vegeta cruelly spits before tearing the back of Goku’s gi clean off, exposing his lover’s sore ass to the cool air. His lips curl into a smirk at the redness already beginning to form. “I don’t take disrespect lightly.” 

SMACK! 

“Vegeta!”

SMACK! 

“I’m sorry, Vegeta! I mean it!” Goku cries before being interrupted by another smack that’s even harder than the last. By now, he’s fully erected and twitching pathetically against his prince’s lap. He whimpers at the humiliation of it — which Vegeta has to air out. 

“Of course your dick gets hard at a spanking, third class.” Vegeta laughs, snaking a hand underneath Goku’s stomach and straining his fingers to pinch the tip of his weeping cock through that soggy gi. “Fuck, you’re leaking everywhere.” 

Whining, Goku buries his face into his arms as his hips turn against him and begin to thrust into those rubbing fingers, desperate for some form of friction. 

But Vegeta’s roughly retracting his hand and landing another brutal spank against Goku’s ass, worsening the flushed flesh. “I haven’t forgiven you just yet, Kakarot. Who said I was going to let you finish at all?” 

Goku whimpers, raising his hips with need. “Vegeta, I’m sorry.” 

“Well, shoving that fat ass of yours in my face isn’t convincing me. I guess I’ll have to punish you further.” Vegeta warns. 

Raising his head, Goku tries to look over his shoulder to figure out Vegeta’s ideas, but his prince is shoving his face back down into his arms. He whines for the umpteenth time as he’s left without any context. That is, until he feels something raking down his back. “Vegeta?” He queries. 

Vegeta answers his lover by harshly swatting his ass with a paddle, eliciting an even louder moan from Goku. He hears a syllable leave Goku’s mouth, presumably the start of another question or a pitiful attempt at an apology, which prompts him to swat again, and again, and again, until Goku’s a whimpering, blubbering mess. 

“I’m sorry, Vegeta.” Goku sobs despite his cock threatening to erupt at the masochism. He’s raising his hips again, expecting Vegeta to shove him back down, but instead, his prince is spanking his taint which has Goku flopping back down as he moans. He grips onto the sheets as the assault continues relentlessly. He isn’t given a second to breathe. 

“I swear to fucking god if you pull another stunt like this again, I’ll do a hell of a lot worse than this.” Vegeta threatens before striking Goku again, expecting the moan that comes before gifting his lover mercy by putting the paddle down and stroking his palm over the swollen flesh of Goku’s ass, massaging the soreness as he gives Goku one more chance to prove himself. “So, why did you do it? Do you even want to spar with me again or would that be too boring for you, third class?” 

“Vegeta.” Goku heaves. His body is trembling, cock is aching for attention, breathing is heavy, and heart is racing. “Yer my favourite person to fight. Please forgive me, my prince.” 

Vegeta swallows as his own penis twitches in interest at the sudden use of his title. “Why should I believe you?” 

“‘Cause I love ya, Vegeta.” Goku sweetly reassures before losing his composure for his next words due to his prince deciding to be a teasing bastard by slipping two fingers down his crack and circling them over his asshole. “I dun’ want Hit like that.” He shakily exhales. 

Face flushing at the reassurance he didn’t realise he needed, Vegeta looks away despite Goku unable to make eye contact at the moment and sheepishly mumbles, “You better not do it again.” 

“I promise, Vegeta. I’m really sorry,” Goku smiles as he strains his arm to reach Vegeta’s hand, but with the awkward position, he holds onto his prince’s wrist instead. He strokes over the soft skin as he continues, “I dint think it would affect ya like this.”

“It’s fine. I wouldn’t expect less from a brainless idiot.” 

Goku giggles. Despite Vegeta insulting him, Goku already knows what his prince is trying to say without damaging his pride further. “But, I do want ya to keep doin’ this stuff to me when we do sex…” He admits as he bashfully buries his blushing face into his arms. 

Vegeta’s confidence returns along with his smirk. He looks down at his lover, relishing the marks he’s left on the ass that is his. “Of course you like this, Kakarot. Bet I can make you finish in my lap from the pain.” 

Goku’s arching his back once again. “Please.” He whimpers, wiggling his ass for Vegeta to strike — which he does. Brutally. Hard enough that the paddle snapped in half at the impact. He hears Vegeta grumble to himself before the smack! from the paddle being tossed on the floor. Cock throbbing in anticipation for the next hit, Goku’s moaning in surprise from the impact of Vegeta’s hand. Somehow, Vegeta’s able to hit harder than his instrument from before. 

SMACK!

“Yes!”

SMACK! SMACK! 

“Vegeta!” Goku’s drooling onto his forearms as his penis smears precum at every grind of his hips. Vegeta isn’t stopping his hand any time soon since he gave his prince the green light to continue. And that’s exactly what Goku wants. All of the pain. The stinging and throbbing of his bruised ass taking every whack from Vegeta’s powerful palm. He takes it all like the good masochistic, third class slut he is. He moans with wanton abandon, humping Vegeta’s lap like a goddamn dog as his orgasm brews at a rapid rate. 

“I can feel you throbbing in my lap, slut.” Vegeta grunts, bucking his own hips up. 

“More.” Goku begs, and his prince indulges. 

SMACK! 

“Fucking slut.” 

SMACK! 

“Gonna come all over my lap from a spanking, third class?” 

SMACK!

“Yes, my prince!”

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK1

“You’re a fucking mess, Kakarot.” 

Another rough spank, and Goku’s wailing his lover’s name as his cock throbs and spurts, soiling his gi and Vegeta’s spandex with his warm semen. He thrusts a couple more times, riding out the euphoria as Vegeta soothes the stinging of his ass with his rough palm, before halting, allowing Goku to collapse in a daze. “Vegeta.” He pants.

Vegeta digs his fingers into Goku’s scalp before lifting his head as he leans down to reach Goku’s ear, purring, “And what have you learned today, third class?” 

“To never disrespect my prince.” 

“Good slut.” Vegeta praises before inelegantly releasing Goku’s hair from his grip.

Head smacking into his arms, Goku sighs. Thank you for forgiving me, Vegeta.