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Gohan isn’t one to defy orders. A filial son to a t. He does as he’s told and doesn’t often complain, even if it means hitting his books when a far more pressing matter dooming the planet looms just over the horizon—because he loves his mother in spite of her scholar pipe dream. It’s a dream he shares sometimes, when he sits with himself late at night and wonders what his life would be like without that half of him. The half that makes him a fighter by nature. The half that is so intrinsically tied with everything his father is and everything Gohan is not.
Then his mind wanders to his dad’s build, his dad’s love, his dad’s cock— and he scraps it all.
Yes, Gohan loves his mother, but not enough to quit fucking her husband when they’re alone. She hadn’t even stepped out for five minutes before he pounced on Goku on the couch, sliding home in his lap to mouth along his lips. Goku expects it, thick arms wound tight at the waistline. Of course he does. He made Gohan this way.
“You’re desperate today, huh baby?” Goku tongues past Gohan’s mouth with ease, letting his son’s hips spin and curve right up against his bulging cock. The layers between them are a growing annoyance, but he lets it go for now. He’s far more concerned with watching his baby fall apart before him. Besides, he’d forgone a shirt underneath his classic 59 jacket long before Chichi left the house—his son can hardly keep his hands off his bareness.
Gohan’s ki wavers, though there’s a practiced care to it. Their time in the chamber wasn’t all for naught—in between fucking like animals Goku had managed to train Gohan into a permanent super saiyan state like himself. After some trial and error his body wholly welcomed it, and aside from the obvious, Goku loves fucking him in this form.
“I really need your cock Daddy… please~” Gohan cradles his dad’s face on both sides when he pulls away, a string of spit crudely following their tongues. There’s that look Goku can’t hide—Daddy falling from his son’s mouth always has him reeling, spiraling. In a twisted way, Gohan has his dad wrapped around his finger, pinned and taut. Right where he wants him.
“Yeah? How badly do you need it?” Goku wants to hear him say it, wants to hear him beg as if he wouldn’t do anything for that dick. A whine pops from Gohan’s throat when his dad’s hands slip upwards, beneath his pretty white shirt, all encompassing around his chest.
“So bad, Daddy— mmf, my pussy’s aching for you. Aching for your big fat cock…” Gohan doesn’t leave any stone unturned. His clothed ass cheeks sandwich around Goku’s thickness through his own pants. If he was crazy enough he’d cum from this feeling alone. Goku certainly wouldn’t mind it—he’d just wring another orgasm out of his baby until he’s satisfied.
Goku presses his hands deep and heavy along the slight curve of Gohan’s tits. It’s not much, but for a ten year old with a strong build like his, he definitely makes it work. “Mm, love hearing you talk like that, Gohan.”
He pushes Gohan’s shirt up further, bunching at the armpits before he dives in without question—ducking his head to lick a picture on his son’s cute breasts. Gohan’s body may as well have been zapped with something dangerous the way he reacts, shuddering and shaking in his dad’s hold.
“Yeah, yeah, suck on my titties Daddy,” Gohan juts his chest forward for more access. He’s so, so sensitive there and Goku takes it to his advantage, groping and tracing his tongue where it matters. “Wish you’d kn-knock me up so you could drink from me. I’d— hah fuck, give you everything. All my milk.”
Gohan only hears Goku groan before he bucks up against his ass like he can hardly contain himself. One thing Gohan has learned about his dad is his self control isn’t all it’s cracked up to be, not when it comes to his son’s pussy.
Goku brings them back, makes sure he’s comfortable against the couch’s backrest and Gohan against his frame before licking into his baby’s mouth again. It’s messy, it’s sloppy, but they’d die first before complaining. They love it this way, spittle dripping as they mouth at each other.
“Daddy will just have to get his princess pregnant soon, won’t he?” It’s an empty promise, for obvious reasons. But the saiyan body is an enigma—there’s a lot of aspects to his own physiology that Goku has yet to learn, and who knows what he’d passed onto his kid. Maybe one day his seed will catch and Gohan will wake up with a round belly and oozing tits. Gods, just the thought of it gives Goku the fire to keep trying until Gohan’s womb breaks.
“But for now,” Goku rids his son of his shirt before his hand on his shoulder presses him down. Gohan takes the hint, kneeling right between his legs with a swiftness. “Daddy can give you his own milk.”
Gohan is already salivating. There’s no shame in it, why would there be? Goku stares at him on his knees like he’s thinking of ways to keep him there forever.
His daddy’s cock always looks bigger than the last time he’d seen it, if that’s even possible. It’s an easy one-two-three, the way he unbuttons, unzips, and unsheathes Goku’s dick right into his hands. Gohan can feel it throbbing, as though it has its own heartbeat.
He offers it a precious lick to the tip and Goku twitches, flushed red from base to crown.
“Give it all you got, son,” he grunts because he knows what Gohan is capable of when he gets his mouth around him. He prepares himself, fingers grabbing at his hair roots. “Eat Daddy’s dick like you were born to.”
The green light wasn’t needed, but it’s welcomed all the same. Gohan goes to town, throating his dad without time to waste. He’s far too big and his girth makes it impossible to sink down more than halfway, but Gohan always does his best with what he’s given, hollowing his cheeks and tonguing the underside. A filial son at his core, succumbing to his saiyan instincts.
“Yeah, that’s right. Suck on Daddy.” The view from here is something to remember: Goku’s half lidded eyes locked right onto Gohan’s vulgar self, bottom lip tucked between his teeth, moaning unabashedly. With a few stray bucks of the hips it’s clear that he’s holding back, and that just can’t do.
Reluctantly Gohan heaves off and watches his dad’s cock dribble some pre before he’s sighing. “Please Daddy, you can fuck my mouth. I want it… you know I can take it.”
He stares up through his lashes as he rubs at him—one of his hidden weapons, foolproof at getting him what he wants at a whim. Goku being his prime victim.
It’s seamless the way Goku stands and shoves himself back inside his son’s wetness without so much as a response. Funny how he simply needs a reminder every now and then that no, Gohan doesn’t need to be handled with care when they find each other like this, desperate and horny.
“Mnghhhh~” Gohan gurgles around his dad’s cock, it’s all he can do as he sits there and lets him brutalize his throat. Quick snaps of the hips, his balls slapping against his chin while he chokes and chokes and chokes. He’s spasming at this point, and it only spurs Goku on more.
“You said you can take it, right?” It sounds mocking almost, like Goku knows his son let his eagerness speak for him and maybe, just maybe he isn’t cut out for managing a ki this high and turbulent. He laughs when Gohan’s lashes clump with tears, nasty throat gunk trekking down his front. “I hope you weren’t lying, baby. Don’t pass out on me.”
Gohan briefly wonders if Goku would keep using his body even if he did. The thought of it lights a flame under him, and he kneels tall between him with an electric flow beating at the pump of his own heart. Gohan presses nail shaped crescents at his dad’s thighs, holding himself up tight. Gods he’s so wet, he can hardly handle it.
Goku skullfucks him heavy, like he’ll die tomorrow if he doesn’t cum down his son’s throat. Gohan feels the same, so he does what he can to match his dad’s energy in spite of his spotty vision, blatantly ignoring his own nagging erection between his legs. Until Goku pays it attention himself, it’s a lost cause. Gohan’s hand is never enough.
“You’re doing great, son. Daddy might cum soon,” Goku sounds winded for the first time today. Gohan’s stomach twists with something like pride. He loves making his daddy feel that way: weak, maybe a little vulnerable. “What should Daddy do, hm? You want it down your throat? Should I paint your face with it?”
Gohan’s throat bubbles around his dad’s cock with his answer. Disgusting gibberish. Goku barks a laugh before withdrawing, a crude schhhlick! pulled straight from his son’s fucked out throat.
“Please,” Gohan coughs, “Cum on me. I want Daddy’s cum all over me. Wanna look like Daddy’s slut.”
It’s embarrassing that his already pre-pubescent voice sounds even worse now, raspy and wet. But Goku is tugging his head back, hand full of his son’s blonde wisps, and nothing else matters aside from Goku tugging at his cock, light crackling around them like the world is ending. Gohan watches on with a drooly stare, teetering over the precipice of an unexplainable thing. There won’t ever be a time he isn’t absolutely floored by his dad’s size—the only cock in this universe and the next that fits him the way it does.
“Give it to me Daddy! Want it so bad~” Gohan kicks him into overdrive, Goku’s sweaty gritted face a sight for sore eyes. He chews on his bottom lip for extra emphasis, “I’m a good boy, aren’t I? Don’t you wanna show me how good I am?”
“Fuck, Gohan— I’m close,” if it wasn’t obvious before, it sure is now. Gohan can’t keep his eyes off his dad. “Keep talking like that.”
Gladly. “Oh Daddy~ Baby needs your cum. On my cheeks, on my lips, everywhere. I’d look so pretty wearing it right? Wearing Daddy’s love all over my face~”
It doesn’t take much longer for Goku to reach his peak. He hisses a curse when he does, Gohan’s tongue lolled out to catch what he can. There’s a lot of it—they haven’t fucked since they returned from the chamber so Goku must’ve been backed up. Gohan is more than happy to help his dad drain his balls the way they should be.
It’s a bucket load sitting on his face by the time Goku is finished. A few more strokes for added measure and a masterpiece stares back at him, kneeling on his spot on the floor and dragging his finger through the mess to lick it clean.
“Gods…” Goku thumbs at his son’s open mouth, cum and spit pooled nicely inside. Gohan lets him do as he pleases. As impatient as he is, squirming with a painful hard-on still caged within his pants. It doesn’t help that Goku looks at him mesmerized, eyes glazed over like honey.
“You were right baby, you look pretty thanks to Daddy.”
Goku never lets his son forget how hard it is to resist him. He manages to move quick enough for Gohan to feel a little dizzy—his pants are off and he’s back in his dad’s lap faster than he can blink, dripping his own cum in his mouth. Goku doesn’t mind tasting himself if it’s Gohan’s tongue on his. Makes it all the more lewd and satisfying.
“Mmh, Daddy,” Gohan lets his mouth hang open. He can’t give Goku much else. He’s far too focused on his dad’s cock pressed right up against the curve of his opened, groped ass, already hard again. His stamina is truly unmatched, another feat of many for Gohan to look to. “I’m ready. My pussy’s ready for you…”
Goku pulls off from his son’s mouth and makes a face, pretending to consider his options. Not that he has any besides giving him what they both want. “I guess you’ve done enough to deserve Daddy’s cock now, huh?”
Gohan doesn’t bother stopping the curt whine that leaves him when he nods. No more stalling. Chichi’s grocery runs usually last close to two hours thanks to distance alone, but he’d rather not try their luck.
His dad grins like he always does before a hearty meal or an evenly matched fight. He’s fucking excited, to put it plainly. “Alright then, c’mere.”
In a moment’s time Gohan is flipped around, back to his dad’s chest and thighs spread to accommodate his cock. It bobs next to his own, dwarfing him to the point where the comparison is laughable. Gohan shudders badly.
“I wanted to fuck you into the couch,” Goku sets him up nicely, Gohan’s lower spine curved enough to raise him right above his cock. His hole twitches for it. “…But I think this is much better.”
“Unnhhnnn~!” Goku sheathes himself in one go, holding his son steady by the back of his thighs as Gohan’s pinkish rim kisses his balls. It’s what he’s been waiting for all morning and all week—for his dad to sink inside and take everything he has to offer and then some. Gohan tips his head back, “Yesyesyes— ‘m so full! Thank you Daddy!”
Goku can’t help himself from laughing at his son’s blabbering. He can’t recall a time when Gohan’s mouth doesn’t run faster than his brain once a dick is inside him.
And call him selfish but he wants to hear more of it. He grunts when he lifts his baby high enough to slam him back down onto his cock, mercilessly, meeting him halfway. Gohan chokes on his own spit.
“You’re— y-you’re gonna ruinnn meeee~” His eyes cross with his tongue stupidly hanging out, and a distant part of him knows he looks nothing more than a trashy slut. It’s not his fault the pace set is already violent. He hiccups through it. “Daddy’s so big… soso b—iiiggghhnn!”
Gohan’s spine bends like his legs do, Goku spreading him thin into a full nelson. Goku huffs and grunts but says nothing else. No need when it’s done with relative ease. His arms bulge around his son just like his cock does inside him, hands on either side of his skull, propping him like a trophy.
And Gohan feels it. He feels everything now and more: the way his stomach stretches and distends to make way for his daddy’s fat dick spearing him. He’s sure if he could look down he’d see it from here, moving his guts around like they’re cheap, flimsy. Gods, he’s drooling again.
“Yeah ri-right there! Right— hic! Right there! Daddy’s fucking me so fuckinggg gooddd~” Goku makes sure that Gohan can’t do shit else but take it like his good little boy—the way a son should obey. He shakes against him, against his cock analizing him with a vengeance. There isn’t a bad bone in Goku’s body, Gohan is sure of it. But if sadism in the bedroom counts, his dad’s heart isn’t all that pure after all.
“G-Gonna breed me Daddy? Get me all pr-pretty and pregnant~?” Goku’s energy might actually tear Gohan apart, split him in half right down the middle. He wouldn’t mind dying that way, drooling all over himself in the meantime. His toes curl till his joints crack. “Break my fucking womb in? Hngg fuck I want it. IwantitIwantitIwantitttt—”
“You’re so cute begging like a whore,” Goku tips his son’s head back and licks up the column of his neck. Gohan may as well have been slapped with a tighter coil sitting in his core, ki spiking like it’ll rip off their entire roof. His dick leaks with a gross need to get off, something Goku has been ignoring pretty well. “You already have me, promise.”
“No… ‘s not enough,” Gohan practically bounces in his dad’s lap, crushed under his own impatience. “Want your cum in meeee, c’mon Daddy. I need it inside~!”
Goku scoffs, but still ups the ante. The effects are immediate. “Greedy baby.”
“Mmnnghhhfuuuck Daddy! Oh gods I’m gonna cum!” He’s coring him, pummeling his creamy insides to a beat only they can hear, crazed and uncontrollable. Goku bends his son further, curling his back into a proper arch just to ensure he’s fully in there, as deep as his fake womb would allow. He imagines Gohan’s tits bouncing with the stupid pace, fat and dribbling of milk like it’s nothing. Fuck, he’d drink everything his son’s body has to offer.
Gohan vibrates and vibrates and vibrates until he finally seizes, coming untouched with a weeping, squirting cock. It’s a silent scream that leaves him, jaw unhinged and making way for his wet tongue, drooly as always. Goku feels him squeeze hard. His cock more or less suffocates within his son’s tight heat.
“That’s it… fuck you feel so good,” Goku tries to resume his rhythm in spite of the tightness. Gohan whines like an overstimulated bitch. “Daddy loves you and your pussy, baby. You drive me crazy.”
“Daddy… c-can’t,” Goku can feel his son going limp against him, leaving all his body weight in his hands. “Too much~”
“Almost there,” Goku grunts. Just a little more and he’s home free, painting his son’s guts in white. “You’re gonna have to hold out for me, Gohan. I taught you better.”
Gohan whines again but says nothing, letting his dad have his way. As obedient as they come, he never fails to prove so. His only wish is to be bred fully and Goku has no problem giving it to him. He needs it badly, so bad it hurts.
It goes on far too long for Gohan’s liking. Goku pulls and tugs at him, and his nerve endings are pretty much on fire. Everything feels electric, down to the blood in his veins. His own ki stays unsettled with the aftershocks of his orgasm, no time to rest in between with his dad’s primal hunger fighting to be sated. Gohan can feel his hole gaping like it’s making room for more, like Goku’s thick cock isn’t enough.
Impossible. His dick is always enough. Gohan feels it deep as it punctures his chest at every upstroke, right behind his throat. He’d been carved and sculpted for a perfect fit on Goku’s cock from birth. Of course it’s obvious—his saiyan urges cry out to his own father for a release only he can offer him. He yearns for no one else.
“Gonna cum,” Goku holds Gohan steady with a will he can hardly fathom. Finally, finally. “Gonna— bury my load in you.”
Gohan doesn’t realize he’s crying until the salt of his own tears is tasted on his tongue. That’s exactly what he wants to hear right about now. “Y—es pleaseeee yes! I wan’ it all inside, please Daddy~!”
“I’ll give it to you, pretty thing.” Goku’s turned sloppy, yet he hasn’t let up for a second, hands grabbing at his son’s jaw and spreading his mouth open. Gohan’s eyes roll back in his skull and stay there. The way his own dick already throbs again, hard and begging, is something he doesn’t want to think about. Not when he’s at his father’s complete mercy.
“My princess. Fuck, Daddy’s girl…”
Everything is a mess soon after—Gohan’s torso filthy with his own cum, his dad’s seed dumped into his nasty hole, and the poor couch that handled them both. Nothing they can’t clean themselves, but Gohan would rather bask in Goku’s cock still fucking him inside out, lodging his cum deeper in his womb. His balls are drained since he’d given his all to fucking his son pregnant, holding onto some twisted strain of hope they both share.
“Think I finally knocked you up?” The rational answer would be a no. Gohan feels no different now than he usually does after his dad fills him up. But he nods anyway. He wants to dream.
One of Goku’s hands cradles under his son’s tummy, right where his womb would be. He’s pudgy there thanks to his warm cum. He mumbles, “Wonder how I’d explain it to your mother that you’re carrying mine.”
Gohan’s ki cracks a little. Jealousy is a crazy thing.
“She’d— ngh, just have to accept it,” his tone comes out spiteful even as Goku maneuvers him onto his stomach with ease and finally slips out, his cum running like a faucet over his taint. He feels his dad spreading his cheeks for a better look. “Accept that she… she lost her husband to her son. Th-That her husband just fucks her son better.”
The sticky air around them falls silent. Gohan almost wants to take it all back until his dad laughs enough for him to know they’re on similar pages. His hands smooth over his spine too, and Gohan nuzzles into the sofa cushion below.
This is where he’s meant to be, he’s sure of that.
“Yeah,” Goku hums, beyond pleased. “She would.”