Lupin the Third Smuts

Goemon x Reader 2 (Touching)

Touching Yourself

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Shy Top Goemon/SMUT

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One very cool evening he meditated outside of the home as the stars and moon glowed in the sky. You walk out and sit beside him, he opened one eye to see it was you and closed it with a relaxed smile. A shooting star passed through the sky, and with a swift movement of his sword the samurai slashed his sword towards the falling star splitting it into two. Nagareboshi he was. Handsome, cool, calm, and strong. Your partner snaps his sword back shut in its casing and turns to you as the breeze flowed through his soft black hair. His bangs fell just above his forehead, opening his dark eyes, as he had a tranquil expression. You smiled as he drew his attention to you, he became slightly hesitant, even though he was your boyfriend he still had a great weakness for loving how sweet you were to him all the time. Your voice, your hair, your smile.

He then looked away from you with a soft grunt, "S-sorry I don't mean to be rude," "What's wrong go-go?" you asked curiously. The swordsman muttered quietly, "Your just very alluring to my eyes. It is hard for me to control himself." He sweats a little as his eyes were shut tightly, his shoulders were raised feeling tense. His body language always showed weakness for women, though he respects them, it is their beauty and body that distracts him. You knew this, and for a fact he could barely look at you which made you feel slightly hurt. Touching his shoulder he relaxed his shoulders and looks over to you with a sigh, "I know your a sweet lover Goemon, you don't have to be afraid when your with me," His eyes shook, he could hear his own heart beat racing of- anxiety? Excitement? Or both?

You then left to go back into the home and to the bedroom while the samurai continued to meditate outside. However, you couldn't stop thinking about him, he may have been timid but he was a very handsome man and as you laid there in bed bored a moment, you felt as if it were safe to explore yourself. You thought Goemon was gonna meditate out there all night so you were beneath your comforters. Imagining his beautiful face and dark hair, the way he splits his sword through anything, you wanted him to split your legs apart. His head to dive into your legs. Him to taste you and fuck you. The fantasy within your mind of him made you almost prurient of his clean shaven body and muscles. Your two index and middle finger rubbed in small circular motions beneath the comforter, with your legs spread. Your cheeks flushed at your own physical pleasure.

Palming your breasts and nipple with your other hand, you imagined his soft skilled hands groping you and squeezing you, his soft lips on your neck. You let your two fingers pump in and out of your hole that began to wetten, your head fell back in the pillow as you moaned with your lewd fantasy of the him thrusting into you. Until then...you hadn't noticed for god knows how long as the Samurai stood in the doorway completely beet red and sweating. He had watched you touched and please yourself, and when you noticed him finally you stopped and squeaked with fright. "G-Goemon! I-I didn't know you were gonna come back in here..." You hesitated speechless. The swordsman cleared his throat with flushed cheeks as well, "Yes...i-mm," he grunted softly looking away briefly, "you were touching yourself?"

You felt yourself throb at the question, and replied nervously, "Y-yeah?" He turns his head back to you subtly asking, "Mmm...how long has this occurred?" Your eyes shy away from his, "A while." The samurai walks over to your bed side and throws off the comforter finding your panties down to your ankles and your bra beside you. Goemon flushed, he tried to keep his eyes on your face, "You've thought about me that is, I'm quite surprised. If you need my satisfaction I can assist you and your bodily needs, if it is what you desire." Your eyes narrowed to his smooth handsome face, "I...I- jus' been wanting to feel you... I can't help it sometimes because I don't wanna bother you. Your other sword." The Samurai's eyes widened at the context, a bead of sweat appeared at his temple as his face lowered and blushed deep red.