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Their makeout came to an end when Frieza separated their lips with a wet pop, both of them breathing heavily as they rested their foreheads against one another’s. Frieza had his arms wrapped around Y/N’s neck, snuggly straddling him as Y/N’s hands were holding Frieza’s waist down on his now done pants.
He’d ejaculated.
His blurry eyes took a closer look at his lord, looking disheveled and uncharacteristically submissive. He shivered at the sight, closing his mouth as he still tasted their shared spit and gulped it down without shame. As he opened his mouth to say something, Frieza abruptly got off of him and fixed his armor.
“You speak of this to anyone and you’re dead.”
OR
You were born with a power level of 12,000, and instead of killing you with the rest of the Saiyan race, he keeps you as his personal soldier.