The last time I posted something on ao3 i got career-shattering fired from my job, (i literally went back to school to get a masters in a different field), but i'm a fully converted byler now and i just got an idea for a white girl wasted will fic so now i have to write it. please send your best curse-breaking react images or light a candle for me, i can't handle another crisis but i have to post this fic
warnings: Prince!Gohan, potential Planet Vegeta AU, jealousy, kissing, roughness, allusions to oral sex, slight degradation, general smuttiness| a/n: This was inspired by @loki-love, who is a huge Gohan fan just like I am. I really hope you all enjoy this. Note: requests are still closed.
You weren’t supposed to fall in love with him. You were just his best friend. That was it, that’s all it was supposed to be. But Prince Gohan was something else. The way he carried himself around. The kindness he showed you and the other constituents of the kingdom. How he could make you laugh but feel a million emotions all at once. The way your stomach flipped whenever you saw him now. Or how nervous you were to spar with him most days.
The more your feelings grew, the more panicked you became. You weren’t even sure you should tell him about these feelings of yours. You knew the risk of your friendship coming to an end was always going to be there if you were going to be truthful to him. It ate you up inside to keep it to yourself, but you knew you had to keep it a secret.
Until one day, you saw him at the King’s party. You had wanted so badly to make a good impression on him, so that maybe he would see you in a new light. But your heart was broken and your dreams were crushed the moment you saw him with another woman. It was only a matter of time before he was going to make a move on someone else.
You left the ballroom to find a quiet place to hide. You were incredibly embarrassed. You had taken so much time out of your day to make yourself look so good for this party. You hardly notice it when someone walks up to you. You’re sitting on the ground, your knees tucking under your chin as you cry quietly.
“Why are you out here crying?” Prince Gohan asks, his hand outstretched to you. You barely look at him.
“Why do you care?” Your tone is snappy. Gohan looks down ashamed; he knows why you are upset.
He moves away slowly, crossing his arms over his chest. Even just that small movement was very princelike and regal. He’s deliberate and eloquent with his movements. You hate the way you admire him so easily, even when you are upset with him. When you do get the courage to look up at him, he’s frowning.
“You know I care. Don’t play these games with me,” your surprised. His tone is very stern.
“Why don’t you just go back to your tramp?”
This sets him off immediately. With the help of his tail, you’re up on your feet within seconds. Gohan has you pinned to the wall, his tail holding onto your wrist with force. The look in his eyes shows just how much he’s very unimpressed with you right now. This wasn’t what he intended when he came to this party. He wanted to take you home, after all. Gohan thought you were better than this.
“Oh? So this is how you’re going to be?” Gohan questions, not letting you go. You whine when you feel his tail grip you tighter.
“Yeah, because you left me in the dust. You broke my heart.”
He doesn’t listen to what you have to say. Instead, his lips come crashing down on yours bruisingly. You groan, trying to break free from his grasp so you can wrap your arms around him. He lets out a growl when he feels you struggling against him.
“No no no, I’m going to teach you a little lesson. Bratty girls like you need to be put in your place.”
Your heart skips a beat. He’s never been so degrading or stern with you like this before. He chuckles snarkily as he nips at your neck. His tail lets go of your wrist slightly, only to push it back against the wall over your head. You’re so aroused already and he’s hardly done anything to you.
“Are you already turned on?” He asks, his voice husky and hoarse. You can tell he’s trying to remain calm.
“And what if I am?”
He groans and rolls his eyes. “Maybe I’ll have to take care of this little problem of yours.”
Without another word, he’s kneeling in front of you and bunching up the skirt of your puffy dress. You whine when he rips the panties off your body and he’s holding open your thighs. When his warm tongue presses against your wet folds, you’re almost done for.
