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Twobrains x afab!reader nsfw headcanons because i'm still cringe <3. 18+ for obvious reasons. minors don't look, this one's not for you.

-Dr Two Brains has a pretty high sex drive, amplified by the fact that he's been pretty lonely ever since turning evil. Your market for companionship of any sort goes down significantly when you're on the most wanted list, so he's really lucky he found you. He's got his head in the gutter more often than not and when he's flirty with you, it's never just empty banter, he's just almost always dtf.

-When asked tits or ass he refuses to answer. Not because he's a prude, but because he simply couldn't choose one or the other if you put a gun to his head. They're both fantastic to him.

-Squeaky has pretty much zero interest in humans or their weird mating rituals, so he sorta just sleeps through it, giving Steven more control than usual, although he still has a degree of influence on Steven's subconscious. He stills feels the prey animal instinct and the occasional thought that's not entirely his own, but the angry screaming for cheese and violence is more or less curbed for a little while. Which is probably why Twobrains is so desperate for affection all the time.

-He has a fuck jams playlist that can be described as 85% sexy, 15% slightly jarring to listen to while you're trying to have sex.

-Always very cuddly, takes any chance he can to hold you close to him and let his hands wander over you. It's not always a sexual thing, sometimes he's just really touch starved and wants to get as close to you as he can, but often times he'll let his hands drift over your thighs, graze against your chest, snake down your midriff, and always pauses right at your waistband, a silent request to take things further. With your permission, he'll slip his hand down into your panties to tease your clit and fingerfuck you; slow, sensual, almost teasing.

-He likes to go slow at first and get you riled up to make sure you're just as desperate for him as he is for you. Setting the mood properly is very important to him, so he'll do whatever he must to make sure you're really getting into it.

-He loves neck kisses a lot, both giving and receiving, but he doesn't take part as often as he may want. Mouse instincts make him very nervous about teeth so close to his neck, and he's just as nervous about injuring you with his considering they can chew through solid steel. With a lot of communication and trust he may open up to actually trying it though.

-He really enjoys dry humping, it's like the perfect halfway point between cuddling and sex to him and he'll take his sweet time grinding his bulge up against you while his cock is hardening.

-Loves giving oral, he could eat you out for hours, you taste absolutely delicious to him. Certainly helps that he's good with his tongue and will quickly reduce you to a cute moaning mess. On the receiving end, he will never turn down a blowjob. He is VERY verbal about how good your lips feel around his cock and will constantly beg for more. Has a habit of holding your head down, but will try to stop himself if that freaks you out.

-He can be a little impatient, but he values your comfort and consent, so he's not gonna get pushy if he knows you'd rather take it slow, and no way in hell is he gonna skip the foreplay. Just don't tease him if you're not prepared to see a much more dominant side of him. If you rile him up enough on purpose he will flip you over, pin your wrists down and tease you right back 'til you can't take it anymore.

-He likes to tease his cock against your pussy for a little bit right before the main event to make sure you're nice and wet for him. Plus it adds to the anticipation, and he loves to see you all hot and bothered and needy.

-His dick is actually pretty big, but not so big that you'd worry about getting injured. About 6.5 inches hard and definitely not lacking in thickness. He'll go slow and gentle at first to make sure you're comfortable and, if you need it, he'll hold still inside you so you can adjust to his size, but once he's sure it won't hurt you, he ramps up the speed and intensity quick, practically pounding into you with a feral, animalistic lust in his eyes.

-Really noisy while he's fucking you. Mostly normal moans, occasionally makes the weirdest fucking noise you will ever hear out of a (mostly) human being. It's not even a mouse brain thing, he did it while he was still fully human, he's just prone to sounding like he's being strangled every now and then.

-He'll switch up positions a lot throughout the act. Likes to start off in missionary because it feels pretty intimate and he wants to see your face to gauge how you're holding up, but once you start falling into a rhythm, he'll flip you over to take you from the back. After that, whatever positions you end up in are practically at random. He's a lot of things but he'll be damned if he lets himself be predictable, especially as a lover.

-If whatever angle he's at allows him, he likes to hold your hand. Emotional intimacy can be pretty hard for him sometimes, so it's an easy way he can express that you mean a lot to him and he loves you.

-He may try dirty talking you if he's in the mood for it. He'll tell you how nice you feel, how cute you look, how good you are at taking his cock. If he's feeling particularly playful he might ask you to say his name or beg for him.

-He'll usually ask where you want him to cum, but given the option, he likes to finish either inside you or on your belly, maybe on your chest if he's feeling frisky.

-Has the absolute lewdest o-face. Tongue out, eyes rolled back, full on ahegao mode.

-If he finishes before you he will make absolutely sure you cum and finish you off with his hands or his mouth. It's very important to him that he never leaves you unsatisfied.

-Pretty clingy, always wants to cuddle after sex. Only reason he'd leave the bed earlier than an hour after you finish is to grab a snack or a towel to help you clean up. Otherwise, he's putting on his post-sex playlist, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you in as close as he can for what may be the most tender aftercare you'll ever receive. He'll whisper sweet nothings about how much he loves you and how well you did, and leave soft butterfly kisses all over your cheek, neck, shoulders and back. More often than not, you'll fall asleep in his hold, legs tangled up in his and back flush against his chest.

#OP. I AM LOSING MY MIND #I am PHYSICALLY hot and that hasn't happened in a LONG time #here I was thinking I'd never get any x readers for Two-Brains #bUT SMUT???#GOD I am l i V I N G #imagines #🐁#I completely lost it at the oral GODDDDDDD #🥵🥵🥵

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k-liight-after-hours · 3 years

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fem reader.... bbb—beatinghhjofff..... whil e sitting on .. on gomeons lap woahhnmmm??!??!?

(NSFW) Paper Thin Walls

Character: Goemon

Tags🏷️: fem!reader, gārufrendo, the whole sex shebang, the 'haha i'm gonna annoy you' kind of masturbation, you guys actually hoopla twice here but the one that happens at the onsen is a fade to black moment, aye traditional Japanese getaway, wrote this in the rainy season so that's the whole mood of this fic, when i write sexy goemon i think about part 1 and twcfm goemon's personality so

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ah. took me long enough. i promise i wasn't being lazy my brain was busted. i'm hungry. i hope this doesn't disappoint. 🏃🏻‍♀️💨

It had begun to rain at an irredeemable rate. Staff greeted you by fake name when you stepped into their entryway with a brand new umbrella, purchased upon arrival at a store whose entrance was just a few strides away from the terminal. It was stupid not to tune in on the morning’s weather forecast, and because of that one of you gave up his dry clothes and was now offered by an employee a stack of paper napkins.

He thanked the guy and patted away at his forearms while his companion practiced her spoken Japanese over at front desk with a level of expertise most would expect from a native speaker’s lover. Said native speaker could be prouder, and that isn’t to be condescending as she was already good. For a tourist and interchangeable dialogue. Sharpen her pronunciation, broaden her vocabulary. He figured he should. He wanted to help her learn as much as she could.

Resort towns are abundant in Japan, and each have a selection of inns for guests to choose from, ranging from wallet-friendly stays to lodges of unadulterated luxury. Yours was somewhere in the middle by choice, but under no particular request from either of you Lupin had booked the finest room that this ryokan had to offer. It was one of an exclusive few, spacious and a feet above the earth, a sitting area that opened to a Zen garden with a moon bridge and stone walkway arranged in pale gravel.

“It was nice of Lupin to pay for our vacation. Did we ever tell him thank you?” Post dinner and clean under your fitted yukata, you navigated the ryokan’s hallways with Goemon walking a small distance ahead of you. “Half my fortune was lost in a third of that spendthrift’s caper,” he sneered. “I feel we’re deserving of more than just a paid vacation.” His fraudulent cough served as a room for pause. Goemon realized he’d digressed. “Our gratitude will reach him in due time.”

Relaxing was the density of the rain on a moonless evening, but you couldn’t help but wonder: “There won't be other people, right?” You frowned. The onsen you reserved was converging, yet there was the notion of spending your romantic long weekend segregated by gender, and it toiled with your brain. “Kashikiri furo. Private bath,” Goemon repeated so it was more convenient for you. “Just the two of us.”

“We can make it if we try.”

“…Make what?”

Goemon had his bouts of playfulness, albeit they were microscopic and only happen in your presence. He was teasing behind the sternness and agitation in his voice and you barely captured a sliver of it, but you knew from when you heard him mildly scoff.

“Please. I need to get you into more music.”

A thin smirk.

You stripped in each other’s company behind closed doors, Goemon’s sword having found sanctuary in a locker prior to what you wore. You progressed while adhered to Goemon’s side. He emanated a warmth you had grown an attachment to, so the second he crouched, it was by instinct that you followed. With a bucket and without warning, Goemon drenched you both over the head, and this went on for a couple more times until he decided it was enough. Actually, he was far from done.

The two of you were rinsed again. Goemon rubbed a hand down his face and looked at you. “God it’s chilly out here.” Your physical existence was going through a quick alternative to hell opposite to its general conception of endless wailing pits of flames. Your teeth were practically clattering. Goemon mopped your sopping hair back past your ears and, calmly as he went, presented his hand to you. “It won’t be for long, now stand. We can go in now.” He and your bare feet took you across the wooden floor threshold and soon, onto stone.

You were edging towards the open-air hot spring, bamboo palisades surrounding you on three sides as roofless terrain and their plant life sissed under the bullets for rain in front of you. Goemon caught the back of your knee when you hauled it up towards his hip, and when your other knee followed, he cusped your ass and hoisted you up in a singular motion. You were slippery, and he was slippery – with ‘self-endangerment’ plastered over the hairs of your brows, but your fingers intertwined over his nape where his hair stuck and the samurai’s impressive balance and grip had no known contender.

“Here?” Goemon was compelled to stare at you, abashed in his inquisition.

You reached down behind you to rub yourself with the head of his cock. He tensed. Your euphoric sigh sent his heart on a jog, a run when you began moving down only for his shaft to escape you and align with the slit of your rump. Goemon’s face creased with doubt. “I know you like it too. This way, you’ll be warmer, two-fold,” you giggled. Persuasion, your adorable pleading eyes did all of it and he started to cave. Well, he supposed. Next thing you knew, you were lowered onto his endowed inches.

“H-Hold it…”

Cold and underprepared, you stretched down on Goemon slower than your limbs fastened around him more when the inability to take him whole caused you to groan, almost panic. You didn’t want to disappoint him, not when you were the one who proposed this. “Loosen yourself. Work with me, Y/N,” he instructed as he dropped you further, shoving past your cleft bit by bit that was still nervous and taut from anticipation.

“Been a while since we did this. I’m all closed up, go easy on me,” you joked. Your chest tightened when your lower half flexed only for a sizeable pump of Goemon’s groin to instantly slacken you, jump a yelp up your throat. “Oftentimes you leave me no choice, dearest,” Goemon confessed a tad too seriously, a tad too enticingly the way his voice morphed on its way past his lips to thrum against the shell of your ear.

It baffled you how embarrassed he’d become at just the suggestion of holding hands when here – he was sultry, assertive and confident that it was devilishly cute, unbearably sexy. You could argue the attitude suited him; you had seen it countless of times during sex. And the erotic excellence that would come in after? Felt it, cried from it, and sweat from it like he was created for you as much as you were for him. He was a straight up enigma.

Train of thought, for a moment you forgot you could have more than just one thing to dwell about when in it. Droplets flowed in the grooves between your two connected organs. This charged your fantasies, and you were inviting something more than what you had initially planned. This was the inevitable Goemon had suspected.

You rose and fell upon him, leveraging the neck your arms coiled around. This wordless call for attention made fun of Goemon’s unmoving, hardening erection. Your ruttish face wasn’t within his view when he huffed in amusement. “Take me here, Goe.” He was smiling to himself, and if you had seen, you would’ve blacked out from how eager he looked to instill himself in you. His mouth made a heated trail up to your temple, and when your lifted your gaze, the both of you locked lips.

You were carried over into the onsen. Gusts of wind meandered across your naked skin as you endured Goemon and his every forcible thrust. Your moaning coalesced with the sound of rainfall, but for Goemon, he heard you loud and clear.

Goemon Ishikawa XIII, the modern samurai whose skill and sword of legend circulated awe, terror, and contempt amongst those who had heard of and sought to destroy him. “MonMon?” His woman was roused on bodily impulse and that was first to slur out of her. Spine-chilling a nickname it was, and for a very thinkable, innocuous reason.

Once again, a thunderstorm was brewing. It was the rainy season. You were in between the brackets for a rare time where rain was usually slept through and unseen. It was still so early in the morning – 5 approaching 6 give or take – and the big man upstairs was already stomping on clouds like grapes in a basin. When that metaphor’s version of wine came pouring down, you were startled by the overtness of the sound. Neither buffered nor screened and shared the same lack of limitations with the draft that blew against the back of your neck. You made a realization.

The doors to the garden were open.

Was Goemon still here?

You rolled over and found his side of the futon empty and tidied. It didn’t take you even a second to figure out where that man had gone and what he was up to.

Goemon was facing out, bolt upright on the tatami flooring with his sword hugged to his chest. You took in the gloomy sky above that seemed to sit upon his head and shoulders and threaten to fall from its own weight, and the parted sliding doors were balanced, framing a painting that very much lived in their midst. You waited for the storm to escalate, hoping it would give reason to shut the world out and send Goemon under the sheets again – to put you back in his protective embrace.

Goemon was enchantingly still, statue-esque, dipped in darkness with the outskirts of his silhouette being the only part of him drawn by the lantern’s glow coming from the outside. You left the comfort of your futon and scurried over to get one door and then the other. You brought their frames together with a ‘clack, by that time the dew on leaves and grass had been completely washed away while the torrent responsible steadily forebode its own growth.

Once you were sealed in, you knelt before Goemon and graced him in his solitude. A gentle knuckle rode along the curvature of his ear, ridding a strand of hair from his cheek. “MonMon, come back to bed with me.” Then you peppered the weakest of touches cross his body, innocently enough. Goemon began to breathe funny, but his eyes remained unopened and his focus unabating. Well, only quite, which peeved him.

“I was hoping you could lay off your routine since we are on holiday,” you laughed. “Can’t your training wait, o samurai?” Goemon made it clear that it couldn’t, curtly. You heaved a sigh. “Haven’t you gotten wet enough since we first got here? You nearly let the rain in. Planning on taking the mats with you this time?” You humored decently for a person swaying between consciousness and slumber. “Wow. You aren’t getting outta there even if I ask huh?” Again, you were met with the same ambiguous response.

So you went to push down Goemon’s thigh, and all the while he heard the sough of fabric. Your yukata, he knew it was the belt that serpented first onto the floor. What it held together followed, and then his sword – you laid at arm’s reach. When you settled upon his crossed legs Goemon could feel your bra unclasp against the shred of chest he always left uncovered, your sleeveless arm round the back of his head. He inhaled sharply. You weren’t going back to bed alone, though Goemon wouldn’t be Goemon if he didn’t put up a fight – even if it was for five more minutes to meditate.

His discipline knew no bounds. At times.

Dressed down to your underwear, you reclined, wound up what you had in you, and gyrated your hips lazily to your raspy chanting of your lover’s name. “Goemon, I need you to warm me up. Put me to bed.” You were running on sleepy. Horny solutions. And as simple as it was, it was working. Goemon buried his excited shudder as expertly as shoveling soil over an earthquake.

It was entertaining to experience his resistance. You knew it was only a matter of time before you were going to be well-rested into noon. Now that you’d thought about it, a good reason to have a heavy brunch too. His clothed cock was steeling up against the small of your back – rudely, Goemon made it up to be, as he’d established this wasn’t a state to be in to lust or be wanton. Then his ears picked up feet dragging across tatami, brows twinging when his nose did the same for the fragrance shampooed into your hair. Goemon grunted irritably.

What is she up to now?

Hips off and elevated, shoulder blades flush against his front – and there it was, the snap that came with your panties smoothly gliding down your legs. They cuffed around your ankles. The black piece you wore that so temptingly had your scent was balled under Goemon’s hand, having yet to break out of his trance. You found his fingers were easy to manipulate. Yours forked, rubbed and swirled over your sex, fiery and desperate while you caressed the side of Goemon’s neck, where he was a little ticklish. You felt him shiver under your hand.

Now your arousal had gathered, the sap flowing out you in helpful amounts, and you indulged in your moment of control. You called for Goemon with each expel of breath and made his form stagger, grasping tightly at his knees despite the scandalous item under his left hand. His throbbing was worsened by your every petty shift; the yukata he wore scratched against him, toyed with him, and urged him to fuck his cock into your cunt the same way he did hours and hours before back in the onsen. The image of water bouncing off your tits was still fresh in his mind, but alas, he persevered. Cleared his mind, zeroing in on the distant bamboo forest and its rustling.

You were becoming needier, leaning into the subtle rise and fall of Goemon’s chest with his hair becoming an easy victim to your hand. It was itching for something to pull, and when you issued your first yank, Goemon grumbled behind sealed lips, head jerking in that direction and face screwing up. You were expecting anything else but a rough palm on your inner right thigh. You held your breath as you watched it brush closer and closer and even closer. “Oh,” you breathed out when the pads of Goemon’s fingers met with the wetness between your legs. You let his hair be from there on.

A flush crept up your neck when Goemon copied your earlier motions, feeling you up only briefly before he caught your clit and pinched it. Your body twitched in shock as it rolled so effortlessly between his thumb and index finger, slick and tender, and Goemon massaged it with a degree of roughness that made the tugging motions absolute bliss. Then he quickened, bending the bundle of nerves in directions that made your legs tremble, your back arch, and your vision go blurry.

All of this whilst making no noise. You would believe him if he said his eyes were closed too. How the hell did he do this? Because you knew damn well you wouldn’t be able to stay composed with a boner trying to blow a hole in your pants, being grinded against no less.

You plunged two fingers inside your cunt, wasting no time undulating them against your sweet spot with all the energy you could harness. “Goemon. C’mon.” Your lips twisted and parted. Lightning flashed outside but there was no boom, just white. And you gawked, the sound of heavy downpour clawing at your eardrums.

It was then when you were lifted up with limbs dangling awkwardly stiff, one glistening on the end. It felt like you were caught in the act, a life-size prop being put off to the side. How your head suddenly became barren in the event of your transfer. It was lethargy. Goemon had you below the ribcage on your trip to your mattress, then you were splayed out, your head landing on a pillow.

Goemon went prone. He was grand for your standards. Cautious and revering, and it felt undeserved. You’d tell him you weren’t glass, you’d tell him straightforward to destroy your insides, but Goemon wouldn’t know what to do at the sound of that last one. He pecked your thigh, lips feather-light and palms sneaking up from your sides to spread over your tummy, then he buried himself between your legs.

Goemon was thorough with each lick, hungrily coming for your hole, and puckering his lips around your clit. You were sweet on his tongue, and you would call yourself a junkie for how much you loved the way his mouth-fucked you so good. His thumbs traced the placement of your lowest rib. You enfolded his hand in yours and there had always been this baseless joy upon discovering he held your hand back. He had no reason not to. To him, he was just keeping his girlfriend happy.

“A-Ah Goe!” You convulsed under his pulsing tongue, squeezing the two fingers he had inside you. They charged back and forth, following a sloppy pattern of thrusting half their length, twisting, and going in down to the knuckles. Goemon drew his mouth back and rose into a kneeling position. His finger beckoned freely, and your fisted went to the side of your head as you moaned. Something powerful bloomed in you, but just as you forced yourself to remain spread-eagled to please him, Goemon stopped.

“Goemon,” you mewled. Even with the lights dim, he easily found your eyes. “Shall I?” You helped yourself to the last string of non-sexual cognizance that you had left. “It’s all I’ve waited for.”

Goemon brought you up by your outstretched arms and wrapped them around his neck while you nailed your heels into the sheets. You hovered over Goemon’s lap and, with no room to wait, he penetrated you with no problem. With his support on your hips, you tested his girth. Clenching and unclenching, treating yourself to the glut that choked the air out of that chasm inside you. “It’s easier now, don’t you agree?” You actually laughed out loud. What ridiculous memories you’d made.

“Dearest, did I wake you?”

“You’re looking for an answer to blame yourself with.” Goemon took a glance to the side. You grabbed hold of the bottom of his head, linking your noses. “You didn’t, you little dork. I woke up myself. I hope it was worth it.”

Then Goemon’s worn hands snaked up and sunk into the flesh below your shoulder blades. He began to move. Upward thrusts, they were weightless and silky, going into you with ease. His pelvic bone knocked sharply against the base of yours, sending sparks to course up to your core. It made you whimper, the immensity of each thrust that stabbed the red softness within, how Goemon’s painless nips went to the underside of your jaw. His lips skimmed up your throat, the rocking of his hips seeing no end.

Your body rippled from Goemon’s strength and he was bemused, observing his cock pump into you and disappear between your thighs. It served to rouse him further when your hands smoothed upon his chest, and he did the same down the curve of your ass. He parted your cheeks to bring you down heavier, hit you deeper, exam how you’d sustain. “Like this?” Goemon husked by your ear as he leaned in. A heady chuckle danced across your collarbone.

“Yeah like that. You’re – You’re so good to me, sweetie. It feels…so good.”

“It does, doesn’t it?”

You were rendered slack-jawed when Goemon wisped up your breasts where thin globules of sweat had collected over your bosom. He flicked a nipple under his tongue and put his mouth over it. He sucked like he was athirst, like you could quench him and put taste on his tongue if he suckled you right. He roped your breast in place and it sloshed against his mouth’s grip. He continued to fuck you beyond your physique’s reach, unhindered as he distended and reshaped you, savored the way you fit around him, and left his mark.

The broader Goemon explored you the more frantic his name sounded coming out from you. He had taken to moving your hips, slamming your cunt down and having it tug on him like a moistened, rubber orifice – just as ring-like and suffocatingly small. You choked back a cuss, angling your head up as your face contorted. Though faint, the lamp outside brought to life what of you which was round, which was not, which you loved, and which you hated. Goemon worshipped them with whom they came, and it rose to a different height during sex.

You were beautiful with your every touch, your every glance, down to your every breath; a candle’s glow who the confused spirit in him had only dreamt of going towards in his moments of loneliness and fear of oblivion. He could for now imagine you fully lit to lavish him. Your eyelids fluttered close when he kissed you over your prettily panting lips. Every roll of his groin dug at you and built you up. With your inner thighs burning and the knot in you showing no signs of snapping, you felt as if you were about to combust.

“F-Fuck. This…This is killing me.”

“That mouth. Hearing what you had just said, do you wish for me to stop?”

“No! Don’t stop. It slipped out.” You asked carelessly for Goemon not to hold back, and his answer was to fondle the breast he had slavered and left puffed before. He licked on it and sucked again over the same beauty spots he had made. He became rougher, gave you what he sought to be only given by him for as long as he stayed by your side.

Your head lolled backwards, neck sinewing when his tongue dragged up against it to nibble on your earlobe. Goemon pressed your stomach against his with a hand on the bow of your spine. His rutting of your hole made you aware of the breadth his cock was making as he pounded into you, and when he folded your leg and brought it to your up, it felt crammed in, ramming that daring spot of yours over and over again.

Goemon had a natural sense when it came to your body. He had studied it, cared for it, pleased it multiple times; kept it near, protected it, inhaled its scents and labeled each one fondly by how they made him feel – be it artificial or as is. Being with you like he was now was its own special ritual. He immersed himself in it, and your needs – he was always inclined to meet them with every loving touch, measured squeeze, and pampering nip.

He planted great care in understanding them all, learning as you went.

The sweep between Goemon’s head and shoulder was steaming under your breaths as his movements were becoming shorter and thicker, so deliciously provoking, you’re your hands had barely left their place behind his neck when he grinded at an unmatched speed. “I think I’m – I’m gonna cum!” You clung onto Goemon for dear life, gasping despairingly. “Oh God! What – I-I can’t!” You squeezed Goemon’s and he grunted against your chest, his determination inflating, and so did the severe friction between your hips.

Your unbroken chain of moaning made Goemon bold, but you were too loud. Not necessarily that loud, but the walls of this place were paper thin. There was the off chance of someone hearing your – for lack of a better word – plight. He wasn’t going to leave your room in a few hours wondering who had heard and who hadn’t. “Yes you can,” Goemon whispered next to your ear and the passion in his words wafted against your tender flesh like a handless, easing caress. A new depression was made in your mattress when Goemon put you down with his hand next to your head.

“Now, quiet!” Holy shit.

You shook and sobbed around the two fingers Goemon had shoved past your teeth and pressed flat on your tongue. It was a pitiful and riveting sight that inspired him to pour his all into pleasuring your cave that he sighed restricted him so, and he loved each passing minute of it. “You’re almost there, Y/N,” Goemon encouraged gently and you felt starkly the way your heart pounded. Your release blinked into prominence as Goemon saw to it and he kept on with his rhythm even when you were close to biting his phalanges straight off. You saw him wince.

“You’re…finishing so well, my dear. Good?”

You couldn’t even nod, your eyes were rolling to the back of your head. His fingers taste of you as you turned to suck on them. You were unraveling as you felt a white burst, a mammoth of heat that entered you to seize that zenith you struggled for and so craved. Goemon’s hot cum was shot in strings inside you and your outburst of pleasure flew up past his head while he rode out his own high in a furrow-browed state of completion, eyes shut and jaw set.

And it was done. Goemon pulled out sluggishly with a groan, the hand with bite marks reached over for tissues on the table nearby. He wiped you down. “Gimme those.” Goemon didn’t think twice to hand you the entire box to use up. You went over the sweat on your forehead down to the valley between your breasts. Your legs gave up and wobbled down on their heels the closest they could get with the futon.

Not much was said during this period of aftercare, nothing besides a hushed ‘don’t forget to use the bathroom’ from Goemon as he left you to do your business after the both of you cleaned the perspiration off your skin with wet towels. Neither of you wanted to lay around for too long to see stains appear. Neither of you had the need to be gross and jump straight to bed.

You crawled under the quilt and snuggled up against Goemon who had been waiting for you. He laid on his side with an elbow propped below him. He had nothing on, neither did you, and judging by how it looked, keeping warm wouldn’t be an issue. You clicked together just nicely, with your arm over his waist and his curled behind your back.

The paper fixtures that separated you from the elements clattered slightly from the strong breeze. Goemon gradually let gravity and fatigue take a toll on him.

“Is this how we’ll be spending our paid vacation?”

He knew you meant his habitual early-birdedness.

“No. I will not disrupt your sleep again. Exceptions can be made, for now.”

You scoffed, shaking your head. “For the last time, you didn’t wake me up.”

If you were to look at the cloud right now, you wouldn’t be able to tell it from the sky. They covered from corner to corner and had taken on the creamy grey of raw sheep’s wool. The inn’s staff, you could hear through the walls, were preparing for activity as quietly as they could, and thunder rumbled like a large boulder was rolling and stopping somewhere far, far way.

“Goemon?”

“Yes?”

“I love you.”

Goemon welcomed your closeness as it was while he gave your hair his last few strokes before he, too, drifted off to sleep. He smiled sparingly, blowing a huff of content.

“As do I, my dear. Rest. I'll see you again in two hours time.”

#GHHHH THIS IS FUCKING HOT #fic #⚔️

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