Again forgive me for dissappearing bc of personal reasons-
To make up forithere'ssome more smut for ya sinners
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"Vegito, will you help me unlace my dress?" you asked, peeking over your shoulder. You had just come home from an important meeting at your place of employment.
There was no way he could have missed how your words sounded. He had to have noticed the way you shifted from foot to foot, or at least catch onto the meaning behind your warm cheeks. Even he, a saiyan, who occasionally strayed into a state of pure obliviousness, would have to be completely clueless to miss your intentions.
Vegito looked towards you after he finished pulling off his boots. His gi had already been discarded, leaving him in a far more casual state than most people could even imagine for the fusion. You were far more familiar with this side of him, although you couldn't help but note how appealing he was in only a loose undershirt and pants. His eyes squinted a bit with a frown. "I can try, although I'm not the best person to ask," Vegito said, with a slight hint of apprehension.
You blinked, nearly stunned by that answer. He was, somehow, completely clueless, missing your intentions.
"It's fine," you urged, hoping he'd catch on. Sure, Vegito was as likely to undo the laces of your dress as he was to accidentally rip the whole thing in two considering his absurd strength, but you weren't worried because that wasn't the point.
"If you say so," he replied, standing. You turned and watched him come to a stop behind you in the vanity mirror, holding up your hair so he could get to the back of the v-necked dress where the long line of crisscrossing string running down your spine began. You'd already untied the knot at the very top, but your shoulders weren't flexible enough for the rest. Although, that wasn't even half the reason you'd asked for his help.
Vegito's lax expression, reflected in the mirror, was one of absolute focus on the task at hand. He had a stubborn determination when handling even the smallest tasks. You decided you couldn't blame him for being a little dense. He worried a lot more about controlling his strength than you ever did. You didn't really mind it at all. Simply feeling his touch pulling against the fabric of your dress, sliding the laces through the eyelets, was enough to ignite something within you. Vegito was so careful right but you knew that could crumble. There was something about the way he could easily rend your clothes or bruise your skin, the gratification you got from such displays of strength far outweighed any negatives that he felt so apologetic about. You longed for the moments he got lost in the heat of the moment and leveraged his immense power to use you in whatever way he wanted, when his intensity and need overwrote a mind that spent so much time overthinking, when-
