Y/n was in the kitchen, cooking technoblade, because they wanted bacon. Suddenly they felt goombas canines on their calves, yes, plural.
"ayo bb wanna see my foreskin?" goomba groaned against Y/n's calf.
"o-oh goomba.. yes plea-" Y/n started until they were cut off my a squelching noise. "what was that?!"
"I uhh.. sharted... I'm sorry bb it's ok if ur not into that.." goomba gulped
"Oh! nonono, it's ok, I'm definately into that!" Y/n squeaked.
"OK, get down on your knees bb, I hope ur good at multitasking!" goomba smirked.
