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whisperhug97 · 14 days ago
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I love this stupid bug. (๑-﹏-๑)
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whisperhug97 · 2 months ago
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Back with a Rengoku drawing! I'm getting the hang of clip studio paint, finally! Hehe (⁠✯⁠ᴗ⁠✯⁠)
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whisperhug97 · 2 months ago
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It's here!!!!
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𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐚 𝐁𝐨𝐬𝐬 - 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟒
ꔫ‧₊ Summary The business trip continues on. After a long day of meetings and events, Gyutaro invites you to dinner. What started as an innocent evening turns raw and emotional as Gyutaro opens up to you. In turn, you open up to him too, letting him know just how you feel about him. One thing leads to another, and there's no going back now. ꔫ‧₊ Content Gyutaro x female!reader, 18+ MDNI, Modern au, Boss & secretary relationship, Gyutaro is married, age gap, angst, smut, vaginal sex, creampie, cheating. ꔫ‧₊ Note 2.8k words. Finally, we get to the juicy bits! Hope you all enjoy this chapter (*/ω\*)
✧:・゚→ Chapter 1 ✧:・゚→ Chapter 2 ✧:・゚→ Chapter 3 ✧:・゚→ AO3
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The day was filled with conferences, meetings, and presentations. You followed Gyutaro around like you were his shadow, taking notes and making sure everything stayed on schedule. 
Today was a stark contrast to the previous night at the beach. It was the first time that you saw Gyutaro actually relax. The mask he wears in the office coming off for the first time since you’ve met him. It was refreshing for both of you. 
And ever since, you haven’t been able to stop thinking about that side of Gyutaro. Because once the company events started back up in the morning, he put that mask back on. The cold and calculating business professional. All day you’ve been hoping that he’ll give you another glimpse behind the mask. 
That’s why you were thrilled when he invited you to dinner that night after all scheduled events had concluded. You know it’s not technically a date or anything, but that didn’t stop the butterflies from swarming in your stomach. You picked out a beautiful yet flirtatious dress to wear. It didn’t quite scream “Look at me, Mr. Shabana!” but it was subtly sexy enough to grab his attention. 
When he saw you standing outside the restaurant, waiting for him, he couldn’t help but stare. His grip tightened around his jacket as his gaze lingered on your thigh that peeked out from the slit in your dress. He got out of a meeting late, so he didn’t have time to change. Though he looked more relaxed – his tie gone, shirt collar open, and jacket slung over one arm. 
Admiring your beauty was so effortless for him. He didn’t even think about it, nor did he realize he was doing it. But can you blame him? He’s lonely and hurting. He can’t remember the last time a woman actually cared about what he had to say outside of the workplace. Not to mention, he is a man after all. With needs and desires, even though he never lets them show. You don’t know the details of his relationship, but it doesn’t take a genius to guess that he’s not intimate with his wife. There’s an instinctual part of him that wants you in a way that he will never admit. 
“Sorry I’m late,” Gyutao says, forcing a stern tone as he approaches you.
“It’s ok! I wasn’t waiting long,” You smile, not deterred. Knowing that once he relaxes a bit, he won’t be so tense. 
Luckily, Gyutaro thought ahead and made a reservation so the two of you are seated right away. At a quiet table on the outside patio, giving you a beautiful view of the sun setting behind the ocean. 
Gyutaro seems a little too eager to order a drink, wanting to forget the corporate bullshit and just enjoy his time with someone that actually cares. You decide to join him and order a drink as well. 
“So, how was your day?” you ask, genuinely wanting to know.
He seems caught off guard by your question. He can’t remember the last time someone has asked him that, even though it’s such a simple question. 
“It was fine,” he says with a sigh, “You helped a lot. But during the meetings I had to take without you, well… it made me realize how much easier you make my job.”
You smile warmly and lean forward in your chair, “I try. I know your job is hard,” you pause to take a sip of your drink, “It sucks they won’t let me in some of the meetings. I’m guessing it’s big corporate secrets that only the bigwigs can know, huh?”
Gyutaro chuckles, “You make it sound more exciting than it actually is.”
“So… the company isn’t run by the Illuminati?” you pout dramatically.
Gyutaro smirks playfully, “If I told you, I’d have to kill you.”
“Forget I asked then,” you laugh. It’s nice to see him loosening up and willing to joke with you. 
The two of you share an appetizer, something Gyutaro picked that you’ve never tried before. And when your entrees arrive, you each let the other have a taste. It feels strangely intimate, yet not crossing any boundaries. 
As the drinks keep coming, Gyutaro’s posture begins to loosen. He’s no longer leaning forward with tension, just resting his arm on the table, his body angled towards you. 
But by the time his third drink arrived, his laughter started to fade. The warmth on his face remained, but something in his eyes changed. 
“You know,” he murmured, swirling the liquid in his glass, “When Dahlia first asked me out, I thought I was dreaming.” 
Your breath caught in your throat as Gyutaro mentioned his wife. A pit of guilt begins to form in your stomach. You knew it was wrong to have feelings for a married man. But trying to pretend his wife didn’t exist was easier. 
“I wasn’t a popular guy,” he continues, his gaze fixed on the waves in the distance, “Not in school, and not when I started making money. People saw my face and…” he gestured vaguely to his face, “that was enough.”
Your eyes soften. You want to say something, but you feel like he just needs to get something off his chest so you stay quiet and listen. 
“I thought if someone like her could love me, then maybe I could live with the rest,” he smiles bitterly, “But she never loved me. Not really.”
There’s a long pause as Gyutaro chugs the rest of his drink, as if he’s trying to suppress a painful memory. 
“She told me my birthmarks disgusted her,” he said it so plainly as if it was to be expected, that it made sense, and he accepted it. “I haven’t touched her ever since. It’s been years… she has her own room. Her own life. She likes the money, the house, the vacations. I give her everything she wants, and she gives me nothing. And I tell myself I deserve it.”
“No,” you say firmly, the words coming out sharper than you intended, “You don’t.”
Gyutaro finally looks at you, his blue eyes etched with pain and loneliness. 
“I don’t even know why I’m telling you this,” he forces an awkward laugh, running his hands through his hair, “You probably think I’m pathetic.” 
“I don’t,” you say quickly, “I think you’re –”
Handsome. Kind. Funny. 
Too many truths at once that you wanted to blurt out. 
“Perfect,” you finally say, “Just the way you are.”
Gyutaro’s face turns red; he wasn’t expecting you to say that. And he certainly wasn’t expecting his chest to feel tight and his body to feel all fluttery and tingly like a teenage boy on a date for the first time. 
No one’s ever complimented him like that before, and he doesn’t know what to do with it. 
“I’m drunk,” he laughs nervously, scratching the back of his neck.
“Maybe,” you chuckle, “But you’re also honest.”
His eyes look glassy as he turns to gaze at the ocean, like he’s trying to stop himself from crying. He takes a deep breath and turns back to you. 
“You make me feel like I’m not a monster…” he whispers. 
“You aren’t. Not to me,” you smile and reach over the table to take his hand. Your fingers curling into his.
And he holds on like he’s afraid he’ll never find someone like you if he lets go. 
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The walk back to your hotel room was quiet. Not awkward, but filled with a silent understanding. 
Gyutaro walked close beside you, his arm brushing yours. But he didn’t pull away. 
It was weird to see him this way. It was nice, just something you aren’t used to. And Gyutaro really isn’t used to it either. This is the first time in years he’s let his walls down around anyone that wasn’t his dog. He feels like he forgot how to act around actual human beings.
When the two of you finally make it to your room, Gyutaro feels all of his emotions bubble inside of him. The boundary between being your boss and something more has already been crossed, he knows he’ll never be able to see you as just his secretary ever again.
You notice him staring at you, his eyes sad like a puppy that doesn’t want their owner to leave them by themselves. 
“Why are you staring at me like that?” you ask playfully.
He takes your hand and steps closer to you, close enough to smell his cologne and feel the heat radiating off of him. “You’re the first person in years who looks at me without flinching.”
“I don’t see anything wrong with you,” you say, looking up into his eyes and gently placing your hand on his chest. You’re testing the waters, wishing you could just kiss him, but you don’t want to go too far if he doesn’t want to.
“Y/N…” he whispers, drunk on something more than alcohol – love and affection. 
He hesitates as he leans forward, his forehead almost touching yours. He wants you more than words can describe. But that nagging voice in the back of his head is still telling him he shouldn’t, that it’s wrong. 
His hand trails to your waist, holding you tightly. 
“I shouldn’t…” he rasps.
“You don’t have to lie to yourself tonight, Gyutaro…” you whisper. 
That undid him. 
He pressed his lips to yours in a passionate kiss. Hesitant and slow at first, but quickly building into something deeper. Turning raw and needy as he pulls you closer, your body flush against his.
You were right. Gyutaro has been lying to himself for so many years, telling himself that he deserved nothing more than crumbs from the woman that he gave everything to. But now he has a different woman standing in front of him. A woman who wants to give him everything he thought he didn’t deserve. And he can't help but want it. 
Gyutaro forces himself to break away from the kiss, shyly looking around to make sure none of your business associates are seeing him unravel with his secretary. 
“Come with me,” he pants, taking your hand and unlocking his hotel room. 
Barely a second passes before he closes the door behind you and he already has you pressed up against it. 
“Ah! Gyutaro,” you whimper as you hold onto his shoulders. His tongue quickly invading your mouth, wanting to feel every inch of you. 
His hands exploring your body. Running up and down your sides, gripping your hips, and trailing down to your thighs as he hoists you up. Your legs wrap around his hips as he carries you to the bed, laying you down gently like you’re made of glass. 
You watch in awe as he unbuttons his shirt, revealing a muscular frame and more birthmarks that you didn't know he had. 
He doesn’t turn the light on, but the moonlight from the window illuminates the room enough for you to appreciate his appearance. 
The rest of your clothes are shed in clumsy bursts between kisses. And as soon as your clothes are fully off, he’s on top of you. Hovering above you as he holds your hand and kisses you like he means it. 
To say you’re surprised by his enthusiasm would be an understatement. Never would you have imagined that your boss, the man who’s always so firm yet calculating and cold at work would be so needy and passionate behind closed doors. To be honest you half expected him to fuck you doggy style and barely make eye contact, let alone make much noise. 
But here he is, kissing you desperately like you’re the first taste of water he’s had after living in the desert for years. Moaning quietly and gasping from your touch. 
He hasn’t had sex in years so it makes sense that he would be pent up and excited. It isn’t his fault, and honestly you don’t mind. You’re just happy that you get to share this moment with him.
He kisses you and caresses your body, but to your surprise he doesn’t do much more than that. He hasn’t reached down to feel between your legs, nor has he touched himself. You haven’t felt his dick, and you haven’t seen more than a glance. It’s almost as if he’s afraid to show you that part of himself. 
“I’m ready if you are,” you whisper into his ear, hoping to make him feel comfortable enough to move forward. You don’t know exactly why he’s hesitating but you can only guess it’s because he hasn’t had sex in a very long time. Or maybe he’s insecure. 
With a quiet groan he nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck, “Y-You sure?”
“Mm hm,” you nod and kiss the side of his face, “I’m sure.”
With a nervous breath, he pushes himself up and prepares to enter you. You can see him moving his hand down there, but with the way he’s angled you can’t see much else. Not knowing what to expect, you spread your legs a little wider and hold onto him. 
He doesn’t want to think too hard about what he’s doing. Because he knows that if he does then he’ll stop. And that’s the last thing he wants. 
He just wants to feel loved. It’s that simple. 
So, with a nervous thrust and a shaky hand he pushes himself inside of you. Slowly sheathing himself in your warmth. 
You can’t help but gasp at his entry. He’s big . Much bigger than you were expecting, considering how shy he was acting. Not wanting to let you see it. But it wasn’t that he was ashamed of his size, no. He was ashamed of the birthmarks. Afraid that you would reject him when you saw them, just like his wife did. Because if you also told him that you were disgusted by him, he doesn’t know how he’d be able to live with hearing those words come out of your mouth. 
“You look so beautiful,” you whisper, cupping his cheek and looking into his eyes as he bottoms out. The two of you breathing heavily. 
“You don’t know what you’re doing to me, Y/N,” he groans. His grip tightening on your hips. 
He gives an experimental thrust, slow and gentle. When you react with a soft moan, a beautiful noise that he’s already grown addicted to, he thrusts again. And again and again, picking up the pace just so he can hear those pretty noises you make for him. 
In the heat of the moment, the two of you completely lose yourselves. Not realize how hard he’s actually fucking you, and how much you like it. The bed frame creaking beneath you. 
It’s a blur of moans, sweat, and pleasure. Gyutaro grips your hips hard enough to leave a bruise, thrusting his girthy cock in and out of you at a brutal pace as he roughly kisses your neck, groaning and moaning deeply with each thrust. 
Your shaky legs are wrapped around his hips while your arms are wrapped around his neck. Gasping and moaning his name as he pounds into you hard enough to knock the air out of your lungs. 
In the intensity of it all, you reach your climax. Moaning his name as you arch into him. As soon as his brain registers what’s going on, and he feels your tight walls spasm around him, he crashes with you. 
“ Y/N! Fuck- I’m gonna cum ,” he groans, looking up at you as if asking for permission to finish. The way you squeeze your legs around him tighter, forcing him deeper into you is more than enough permission for him to begin filling you with his cum. 
His body twitches and you feel his warmth pooling inside of you. 
With a final, deep groan, he collapses on top of you. The two of you catching your breath while holding each other. The moonlight shining on your sweat-slick bodies. 
“Is that what sex is supposed to feel like?” he laughs breathlessly. 
“Sometimes,” you smile, still panting, “If it’s really good, and you’re with someone you –” You pause, having to stop yourself from saying love, “have chemistry with.”
He smiles at that. Chemistry wasn’t something he had ever experienced before. And honestly, if it wasn’t for the intense sex he just had with you, he wouldn’t have believed it existed. 
After a moment of catching his breath, he pulls out of you and helps clean you up. Then he joins you under the covers and wraps his muscular arms around you. 
Relaxing into his embrace, you feel like you’re on cloud nine with Gyutaro. Not the Gyutaro that crunches numbers and attends meetings. The Gyutaro that likes comic books and digs up sand fleas – the real Gyutaro.
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whisperhug97 · 2 months ago
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It wasn't for me, specifically, but it's my birthday! It's like a present! This is the best! 😁
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𝐏𝐮𝐧𝐤 𝐆𝐲𝐮𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐨 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 ꒷꒦‧₊˚⋆
✩ Summary Gyutaro fucks you in an alleyway at a punk concert ✩ Content Gyutaroxfemale!reader, 18+ MDNI, modern au, vaginal sex, creampie, public sex ✩ Note 1k words. I feel like I haven't written smut in a really long time, so here you go! (๑•͈ᴗ•͈)
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Gyutaro wasn't expecting to see a girl like you at a punk rock concert. The kind of girl who looked like she didn't belong in a place like this. A girl whom he could easily corrupt. Just his type.
Meanwhile, he fit right in. Studded leather jacket, ripped skinny jeans, black boots, and piercings and tattoos all over his body. He didn't look like the type of guy who would want anything to do with you.
That's why you were so surprised when he didn't tell you to fuck off when you accidentally bumped into him. Instead, he gently grabbed your arm to steady you when you lost your balance. Asking you if you were alright and if you were lost.
You were ashamed to admit you had no idea where your friends had gone, and you were nervous. People gave you side-eyed glances wherever you went, as you clearly weren't "one of them."
"Don't sweat it," Gyutaro smirked, "You can stay with me till your friends show up."
It seemed like nothing more than a kind gesture from a handsome stranger. But it was just a ploy. Because after talking to you and seeing how cute you were, Gyutaro made it his goal to be balls deep in your cunt by the end of the night.
And he'd get his wish. Because girls like you were easy to woo. You aren't from the punk scene, so having a guy like him flirt with you was like being noticed by the bad boy that every girl wanted.
He wasn't creepy or pushy either; he was awkwardly charming and attentive. So by the middle of the concert, you already felt flustered from all the attention he gave you.
So when he leaned in to kiss you, you didn't pull away. The loud music, the flashing lights, and the heat of his body against yours. It pulled you into him and isolated you from your surroundings. You weren't the type to want someone so badly so quickly, but your body seemed to be making an exception for Gyutaro.
He kissed you hard, holding your waist and pulling you flush against his body. His hips pressing into yours enough for you to feel how desperately hard he was under his jeans. And the way his pierced tongue hungrily invaded your mouth made your knees weak.
"Follow me," he said breathlessly as he took your hand and led you away to the back of the building. There was a metal door that led to an alleyway outside. Chainlink fences and poster-covered brick walls surrounded you now. Though you could still hear the loud music humming from inside the venue.
Gyutaro didn't give you much time to breathe before he was all over you again. Piercings, sweat, and the urge to fuck you senseless. But you didn't mind.
It wasn't long before he was hiking up your skirt and pulling out his hefty cock. It stood at an impressive eight inches, thick, and pierced at the tip.
"You're already so wet," he grunts as he pushes you against the wall and slides his shaft between your thighs.
"P-Please," you whimper, your face pressed against the cold brick wall, "Fuck me, Gyutaro."
"You ain't gotta ask me twice, sweetheart," he smirks and eagerly slides into you. His piercing nudging at your entrance before gliding into you, his thick shaft splitting you apart.
He grips your hips tightly and curses under his breath as he bottoms out.
You can't control the moans that leave your mouth as he starts thrusting, snapping his hips to your ass with a slapping sound. It's music to his ears.
As moans and the slapping of skin fill the dark alleyway, Gyutaro fucks you harder. His black painted nails digging into your soft skin.
"That's it baby, take my cock," he groans. Looking down to see his favorite view. His cock plunging into you from behind while you're bent over in this filthy alleyway. Nothing turns him on more than seeing a cute girl like you be corrupted by his filth.
You feel your thighs begin to tremble and your breaths become more shallow as he rams into you. Angling his hips so the piercing on the tip of his cock continuously slams into your sweet spot. He can feel you getting close, and he's right behind you.
He feels the telltale sign of his heavy balls tightening, "Fuck, m'gonna cum soon," he moans, tilting his head back.
You mumble, tying to tell him that you're cumming too but you can't form any words. Just a mess of moans and whimpers leave your mouth.
When he feels you tighten around him, your orgasm hitting you hard, he can't hold back any longer. His thick cock twitching inside of your spasming cunt. Filling you with rope after rope of his sticky cum.
He stands there for a moment, bent over you and still inside of your ruined hole as he catches his breath.
Meanwhile, you're a whimpering mess beneath him, barely able to keep yourself up on your shaky legs as you feel his warm seed leaking from between your legs.
With a groan he carefuly slides out of you, and shoves his softening cock back into his jeans. Looking at you with a prideful grin, happy with the mess he's made of you.
But he isn't a complete asshole. So he helps you put your panties back on, and lets you hold onto him as you try to steady yourself. He really did fuck you senseless.
You feel satisfied, yes, but also awkward and shy. Now that the two of you have fucked, there's a part of you that knows what comes next. Dreading the awkward goodbye and never seeing Gyutaro again after tonight.
But what he does next surprises you. He pulls you into his arms and kisses the top of your head, "That was fuckin' amazing, Y/N," he cackles as he looks down at you, "Sorry if I went too hard. Couldn't help myself."
You blush, "I-It's ok. I really enjoyed it too."
Gyutaro looks back at the venue before looking down at you again, "How about we ditch this place and get some food. Music kinda sucks anyways and I'm fuckin' starving."
Your eyes widen, and you can't believe he actually wants to hang out with you after this. "Oh, um yeah! I'm hungry too," you say a little too enthusiastically.
"Cool," he grins and puts his arm around your shoulder, "I know this awesome place a few blocks down. You'll love it."
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whisperhug97 · 2 months ago
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Ugh! I needed this!
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࿐ 𝙘𝙖𝙢! — 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙚𝙚; 𝙜𝙮𝙪𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙤 𝙨. ⋆ 𐙚 ̊.
cw: modern setting, human gyutaro, camgirl reader, sex work, mention of sex, masturbation, hygiene neglect, misogyny, toxic masculinity, inaccurate description of onlyfans bc I have no idea how it works lmao | wc; 2,4k
an: im so sorry this chapter took so long to come out. I needed a break from this fic because I honestly have no idea where it's going and it’s started to feel like I’m just writing a whole bunch of nothing. I have never been good at writing multiple parts fics and idk why I thought this time would be different LMAO. I’m aiming to wrap it up in 2 or 3 more chapters, but I can’t promise anything :( Read on AO3
CHAPTER 1 | CHAPTER 2
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Scan. Total. Change. Repeat.
Every beep of the scanner feels like a tiny jab at Gyutaro’s sanity. Groceries slide across the counter in a boring parade of the usual—cereal boxes, milk cartons, bags of apples.
His eyes glaze over as he watches the belt crawl forward, the monotony broken only by the occasional odd item: a rubber chicken, some miniature plastic hands or a single box of condoms.
But even these quirks barely stir his interest anymore.
It’s hard to keep up when the minutes drag like hours, when his back aches from standing too long, when his feet beg for a break but the clock refuses to cooperate. The endless line of customers blends into a blur of faces, each one as disengaged as he feels. A forced tight smile, a quick "Have a nice day," and then it’s back to the loop.
Scan. Total. Change. Repeat.
Even his shifts at the bar don't give him so much headache. It’s busy, it’s loud, he often has to break up fights, but it’s never dull. There’s always something new happening, and it’s a lot more exciting than the same old groceries sliding across the counter every day.
Right now, though? What he really wants is a moment of peace.
Normally, he’d be counting down the last twenty minutes until clocking out, but not tonight. He's asked to stay longer— another hour, maybe two. As much as his body screams for rest, rent won’t pay itself and the thought of an empty fridge waiting for him at home is enough to keep him going.
So he pushes through, works his ass off until 10pm and finally clocks out when the sun starts going down. He smokes one last cigarette outside the store, flicks the butt onto the ground then stomps on it, extinguishing the embers under his shoe before he heads toward his bike.
The ride home is quiet, just the hum of the engine as he weaves through the nearly empty roads. It’s a little over a 30-minute drive, but it feels longer when he’s this drained. The cold air helps keep him alert, but by the time he pulls into the lot outside his apartment, all he can think about is crashing into bed.
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Inside, the place is quiet. Too quiet.
Ume’s not here. He barely registers the note she left on the counter—something about another girl’s night out, don’t wait up. He tosses it aside and heads straight for the fridge, already expecting the worst.
And sure enough, it’s almost empty. A half-empty carton of milk, a few eggs, some questionable leftovers he doesn’t trust enough to reheat. Not much else.
For that reason, he’s thankful for Ume's friends. They’re the type of people who insist on paying for everyone’s dinner without a second thought, perks of having rich friends. It’s a small comfort, knowing she’s cared for in ways he can’t always manage. At least she’s eating better than he is.
With a sigh, Gyutaro grabs a pack of ham from the deli drawer and pulls some (thankfully not moldy) bread from the cabinet. It’s not much, but it’ll do. He throws together a simple sandwich, not even bothering to toast the bread, and eats it standing by the counter. No plate, no effort. Just something to fill the emptiness in his stomach.
He checks his phone then— just a few system notifications staring back at him as usual. A reminder from the weather app about incoming rain, an alert from some forgotten fitness tracker urging him to move, and a low storage warning. Nothing new. Twitter and Instagram are both dry as hell, if not for Tengen’s neverending story that keeps him somewhat entertained for maybe thirty seconds, just long enough to remind him that his life seriously fucking sucks compared to other people’s.
Gyutaro sets the phone face-down on the counter with a dull thunk and rakes a hand through his hair, exhaling a heavy sigh. It’s probably the hundredth one today. The realization almost makes him snort.
He figures he doesn't really have a reason to stay up any longer. Might as well brush his teeth, maybe rinse his face, try to stop the creeping headache from taking over completely and get some well deserved sleep.
He makes a beeline for his room, plugs in his phone with barely a glance before pushing open the bathroom door — only to freeze at the sight waiting for him.
Makeup brushes scattered across the sink. A curling iron still plugged in, its cord snaking dangerously close to a puddle of water. Towels—two of them—crumpled in a soggy heap by the bathtub.
“Fucking hell, Ume.” he mutters, pinching the bridge of his nose. “How hard is it to clean up after yourself?” he grumbles.
He steps over the chaos, carefully avoiding the puddles, and starts picking up the mess. It’s not his responsibility to pick up after his sister, but he knows that if he leaves it, it’ll be there for at least a couple days.
Once the counter's cleared and the clutter shoved back into place, Gyutaro straightens up slowly. His gaze catches on the mirror and he hesitates, his expression a little more critical than usual. He frowns, grabbing his messy, greasy hair with a slight look of disgust.
He opens the faucet and lets the water run until it's warm, then bends awkwardly over the sink, letting the water soak through his hair. He doesn't use proper shampoo, just a bit of hand soap and scrubs roughly at his scalp, trying to rinse away the worst of it.
It’s a poor substitute for a real shower, he’s well aware of it, but he doesn’t have the energy for anything else. Without Ume around to nag him, to wrinkle her nose dramatically and shove clean clothes at him, it can wait until morning.
So yeah. That'll have to do.
He cleans his hair roughly, brushes his teeth, strips out of his shirt, kicks off his jeans, and leaves them in a heap on the floor. Then he flicks off the bathroom light and trudges to bed, the sheets cool against his skin as he slides under them.
He reaches for his phone again without thinking, the screen lighting up his face in pale blue.
His thumb moves before his brain fully catches up. OnlyFans.
He wastes no time, immediately pulling up your account and sure enough, the brand new ‘erotic audios’ are right here— shoved in his face.
Surprisingly, he doesn't do anything with them at first. Doesn't press play. Doesn't touch himself. He just scrolls through your more modest free content (if lace panties and sheer bras count as modest), mindlessly zooming in on your tits and reading through the comments like it's the local newspaper. There’s a whole thread under one of your mirror selfies debating whether your tits are natural like it’s a scholarly fucking discussion.
Then, Gyutaro pauses, thumb hovering above the screen as a different thought creeps in.
Have you spent his money yet?
He doesn’t know why it matters. It’s not like he can get it back, and getting pissed over you spending the money he handed over would be pathetic. Stupid, even.
It's no longer his money. But the bitter feeling clings to him anyway, wedged somewhere in the back of his mind, like this whole ordeal is somehow your fault.
You're a relatively new content creator after all. He figures the money probably hit your account and vanished just as fast. Rent, maybe. Groceries. Some twisted part of him hopes you spent it on something necessary instead of treating yourself.
The idea of you walking into some store with that cash in your pocket, picking out new lingerie for your streams, or makeup, or even something stupid like fancy clothes—it makes him boil. Gets under his skin badly.
So much that his frustration nearly makes him do the responsible thing. His thumb hovers near the lock button for a fleeting moment, ready to toss the phone aside and pretend he might actually sleep.
It's totally short-lived though, as he almost instantly finds himself sinking further into the mattress, gaze sharpening as he reaches for his earbuds and slips them in easily. Then he starts scrolling again; more deliberately this time, until he finds them.
Four audios, lined up in a neat little row.
“Family gathering."
"Late-Night Confessions"
"Your Little Secret”
"After Hours"
Like you said, the first one’s free. But it's not like it matters to him. He’s already subscribed, already paying for full access like a fucking regular.
Part of him tells him to forget it. He’s tired—bone-deep, the kind that sinks into his limbs and makes even breathing feel like an effort. He doubts he'll even be able to fully get it up tonight. He’s not sure he even wants to touch himself.
But curiosity wins out in the end.
He swallows down the shame and presses play on the first audio. He adjusts his earbuds, the sound of door opening then closing setting the scene.
“Shh, we have to be quiet…”
Your soft giggles fill his ears. Then, kissing sounds.
“What? I can be quiet. If anyone's going to draw attention to us and get us caught, it's you. Don't act like it hasn't happened before.”
There’s another soft, teasing giggle. “I can’t believe you pulled me in here.” You pause, and then, a sound—more kissing, this time hurried, frantic. “Mmm… everyone’s right outside.”
Gyutaro listens carefully. The audio starts mild, with mostly kissing sounds and teasing words. That alone is enough to contradict his earlier thoughts and make his cock harden. He swears under his breath and slips his hand into his boxers, shutting his eyes as he listens.
“We’re gonna get in so much trouble… what if my dad hears?” You sound giddy, almost like you’re smiling against his lips. He begins to stroke his cock slowly, imagining the way you’d look — flushed, your eyes lit up with that mischievous spark.
Another kiss, deeper this time, followed by a muffled moan. “They’re all gonna wonder where we went… but you couldn’t wait, could you?” The sound of your breathing fills the silence, hot and heavy. Then, the distinctive sound of a buckle being undone. Gyutaro's hand continues to work his shaft, his palm gliding over the birthmarks nice and steady, coaxing it to full hardness as he listens intently.
“You’re so bad… sneaking me away like this.” Another wet kiss. “I love it, though. The way you can’t keep your hands off me.” There’s a rustle, like clothes shifting, bodies pressed closer. “Mhh, fuck, You're so big,”.
Then, you let out a small yelp. There's a bit of shuffling, followed by soft laughter. “What are you doing?” The kissing sounds continue as you speak, and Gyutaro has a pretty good idea of what's going to happen next. “You really don't have to, baby.”
A quiet moan slips through the audio, making his cock twitch.
He hears everything—every whimper, every echo of your voice in the cramped space, even the faint, slick sounds that perfectly mirror what he imagines to be his own actions. It sounds real, so real that he can't help but wonder if you're actually getting eaten out, or if you're just that good at making sound effects.
Your moans are breathless and shaky, and you can't seem to form a coherent sentence even if you try. The only words that seem to leave your mouth are a series of shaky gasps, whimpers, and muffled moans of "babe", “right there” and “just like that” over and over again.
Behind his eyelids, Gyutaro pictures himself in a random bathroom with you. Down on his knees, his head between your spread legs while you sit pretty on the counter and his mouth devours your pussy.
His breathing is quickening, shallow and uneven as he picks up the pace, his chest rising and falling with every pump of his hand.
“Fuck.” he grunts to himself as his head presses back into his pillow. His cock is slick with precum, his thumb swiping across the tip, a slow, shaky pass that nearly undoes him—but he holds back. He wants to know what happens next. He wants to cum when you do.
“Mmh yes. You make me feel so good, baby.”
“I'm your good girl. I’m yours.”
“Please—”
His body jerks, hips thrusting upward as he imagines your pleading eyes looking down at him.
“Don’t stop—”
Then it hits him. His vision blurs, everything going white as his orgasm hits, his release spilling over his hand and stomach in thick spurts. His jaw clenches, a low, guttural sound tearing from his throat as he rides the aftershocks. His toes curl, his legs twitch, and for a fleeting moment everything else fades away—no worries, no guilt, just pure, blinding ecstasy.
Afterwards, he just lies there breathless, the silence in his room overwhelming, broken only by the faint rush of blood pulsing in his ears and the relentless tick of the clock above his door. Slowly, the fog in his mind clears, and reality settles back in.
He wipes his hand on his boxers, the satisfaction fading much quicker than he’d like, giving way to that stupid post-orgasm clarity which always leaves him feeling gross.
His hand trembles slightly as it reaches for the lighter and cigarettes on the nightstand, fingers grazing over the clutter—empty beer cans, crumpled tissues, the usual mess he never bothers to clean. He pulls one out and flicks the wheel once, twice, three times before the lighter finally ignites. The flame catches the edge of the cigarette and he pulls the smoke deep into his lungs, letting it drift from his lips with a slow, tired exhale.
Gyutaro isn't sure how long he lies there, eyes unfocused as the minutes drag by in silence. Eventually though, something tugs at the edge of his awareness and his gaze starts to shift— slowly, almost reluctantly— back to the laptop that's still open on his desk, the screen dimmed but not dark.
He stares for a moment before letting out another long exhale of smoke.
Fuck it.
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To: VelvetVixen
Subject: 250$ tip
hi,
i’’m glad you enjoyed the tip… I’m not sure what to ask for though. I guess I’d be happy if you just acknowledged me in the chat and said my name
take care,
gyutaro
Sent: 00:27 AM
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whisperhug97 · 4 months ago
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I love him 😭
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I love him but he makes me sad
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whisperhug97 · 4 months ago
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I love this more than words can describe!
Cheer Up, Inkblot
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The underground fight ended with a broken nose, a blood-slick floor, and a crowd screaming Gyutaro’s name like he was some mythic monster summoned from the dark.
He didn’t flinch. Didn’t gloat.
He stood there, chest heaving, ink-black birthmarks gleaming with sweat under flickering basement lights. His opponent wheezed somewhere behind him. The next challenger hadn’t moved from the corner. Smart.
Then- “Break it up! Now!”
Flashlights cut through the crowd. Adults’ voices followed—authority, panic, outrage.
Gyutaro didn’t run.
He never did.
Two days later, Gyutaro sat in the principal’s office like he owned it—legs spread, arms crossed, jaw locked in permanent contempt.
“You’re out of chances,” the principal droned. “Your record is stacked high enough to collapse under its own weight.”
Gyutaro tilted his head. “So expel me already.”
“No,” said the teacher beside him—Kamado-sensei, the only one who spoke to him like he was still human. “You need discipline. Teamwork. Something you can’t punch your way through.”
Gyutaro rolled his eyes.
“You’re joining the cheer team.”
That got his attention.
“What.”
“You’re a base now,” Kamado continued, unbothered. “You’ve got the strength, the balance, and your sister vouched for you. Think of it as physical rehab for your temper.”
“Ume what?” he muttered.
“She thinks it’ll be good for you to see what she’s passionate about.”
That was low.
That was smart.
Gyutaro scratched the inside of his arm, nails digging into already raw skin. His face remained blank.
“…Fine.”
Practice opened with cold silence the second Gyutaro stepped into the gym.
He moved like a shadow—wide shoulders, rangy frame, the black ink-like markings on his face and neck making every cheerleader shrink away like he might bite.
He didn’t speak. Didn’t smile. He stood by the edge of the mats, radiating ‘do not touch me’ energy while the squad whispered behind hands and ponytails.
Someone muttered, “Didn’t he break that guy’s ribs?”
Someone else hissed, “Why would Ume bring him here?”
Ume, to her credit, kept her chin up and glared anyone who looked at her brother too long. Still, even she looked... exhausted.
He caught a flyer wrong.
She didn’t fall—but she tensed mid-air like he was poison, and the second she hit the ground, she pulled away from him like she’d been burned.
Gyutaro said nothing. His jaw was tight. Hands shaking.
Ume pulled him aside after practice.
“You need to look less like you're about to snap someone’s spine.”
“I wasn’t.”
“They don’t know that.”
The pyramid was halfway up when it happened.
Gyutaro was locked in place, arms steady, focus sharp—but the flyer above him, already anxious, panicked the second her foot hit his shoulder.
Her balance tipped.
The top row screamed.
The whole structure crumpled.
Girls crashed into each other, hit the mats. A flyer landed sideways with a thud. One of the bases curled up, clutching her arm. Ume's voice cracked like a whip.
“What the hell was that?!”
“She freaked out! It’s his fault!”
“He was holding his position! You dropped the line—”
“I’m not letting that guy touch me again! He’s freaky! He—he didn’t even try to help!”
“Because you were already falling!”
Gyutaro stood in the middle of it. Silent. Breathing hard through his nose. His knuckles were white at his sides.
And then—
The gym door opened.
Your shoes clicked against the floor like punctuation. The noise, the tension, the arguing—it all paused the moment you walked in.
Some girls relaxed. Others straightened.
You were back.
Finally.
You glanced around once, taking in the wreckage—the unsteady squad, Ume fuming, a girl crying, a ruined pyramid—and then your eyes landed on him.
Tall. Still. Solid.
Covered in sweat and judgment.
And muscles.
Your first thought wasn’t “That’s the guy from fight club.” It was: “That’s the most stable damn base I’ve ever seen.”
You walked to the center of the mat like it was yours. Because it was.
“What happened?” you asked, voice clean and crisp.
“She panicked,” Ume said before anyone else could start twisting the story. “Gyutaro held. She lost her footing. The rest went with her.”
You looked at the flyer, still nursing bruised pride. “Anyone hurt?”
A few shakes of the head. Some muttering.
“Then reset,” you said.
The flyer sputtered. “But—but he—”
You cut her off with a glance.
“He did his job. You didn’t.”
Then you turned to Gyutaro, not blinking.
“You. Base for me.”
He stared at you for a moment. Long enough for half the team to collectively hold their breath.
“…We haven’t practiced,” he said.
You nodded. “Then we start now.”
You didn’t wait.
You walked to the center mat, started stretching your arms, rolling your shoulders.
“You look strong,” you said without turning back. “Let’s see if you’re stable too.”
He was already following.
The squad gathered off to the side, whispering and fake-stretching as they pretended not to watch.
You stood at the center, already crouched into pre-lift stance, focused and loose like you'd never left. You didn’t even glance at Gyutaro. Just spoke.
“Step up.”
He hesitated—not visibly, not enough for anyone else to notice—but you caught the micro-delay.
Then his foot hit the mat behind you, and he moved into place.
His hands hovered, unsure where to grab. You looked over your shoulder, deadpan.
“Hips,” you said.
He raised a brow.
“I’m not gonna bite you.”
Gyutaro didn’t smile, but something flickered behind his eyes—irritation or curiosity or both. He placed his hands on your hips. Big, calloused palms. Controlled grip. No shaking.
You nodded once, confirming his stance. “Good. Lock it. I’m going up.”
And then—
You jumped.
He moved with you like a reflex. One push, one perfect snap of timing, and your feet cleared his shoulders in a heartbeat. His arms extended to brace, every muscle flexing as he stabilized you up high, rock steady like a statue carved from rage and repressed trauma.
No sway. No shake.
You were airborne—balanced.
Still.
Then you looked down at him.
“Not bad,” you said, calm, cool, confident.
His eyes snapped up to yours.
You weren’t afraid.
Not of falling. Not of him.
And that landed harder than any punch he’d ever taken.
No one had ever looked at him like that.
Not when he was holding something breakable.
He didn’t speak. Just kept you steady.
Like you were the most natural thing in the world.
You held the pose for a count, sharp and proud, and then called, “Dismount.”
He caught you on the way down.
Easy. Solid. Clean.
Your feet hit the mat, and you didn’t wobble once.
You turned to face him, still close, still measuring.
“You catch everyone like that?”
He blinked once. “No.”
You nodded, satisfied.
“Good.”
Then you turned and clapped twice. “Alright, let’s reset the full stunt. Pyramid formation on my count. Let’s make it clean.”
The team scrambled into motion, everyone suddenly quieter, tighter, more focused.
You didn’t have to look to know Gyutaro was still watching you.
He didn’t speak the whole rest of practice.
But when you called his name, he moved without question.
When you needed a base, he was under you before you finished the word.
He didn’t flinch when your hands touched his shoulders, didn’t tense when your foot stepped into his palms.
You gave him structure.
And for the first time in a long time—
He wanted to hold something steady.
One afternoon between classes, Gyutaro was slamming his locker shut when he heard your voice behind him.
"Hey, Inkblot," you called, easy and light, like it was the most natural thing in the world for you to stroll right up to him.
He stiffened instantly — a lifetime of habit — his body coiled tight like he expected a threat. He turned, a glare already tugging at his face, automatic.
But when he met your eyes, all bright and amused, the sharpness drained out of him. You weren’t scared. You weren’t mocking him. You were just... there, grinning like you knew some secret he didn’t.
"You busy after school?" you asked, casually leaning a shoulder against the row of lockers beside him. "Come to the gym early today. I’ve got something I want to try with you."
The words weren’t a request — they were a confident expectation. Like you already knew he’d agree.
Gyutaro blinked, confused. His first instinct was to tell you to get lost, or at least give you a rough shrug and walk away. He didn’t owe you anything. But before he could say anything, he caught the way the hallway around them had gone weirdly silent. The way people were staring.
The way they whispered, darting looks at the two of them.
The way some guys — the ones who wouldn't have dared meet his eye before — looked downright jealous.
It sent a petty little thrill slithering through his chest.
For once, he was the one being sought out. He was the one someone wanted. And not just anyone — you.
He fought to keep the crooked little smirk off his face, just rolled a shoulder in his typical slouchy, disinterested way. "Whatever," he muttered, stuffing his hands into his pockets.
But inside — inside he was already counting the minutes, tapping his heel against the tile like he could somehow make the day move faster.
You gave him a two-fingered salute and sauntered off, leaving him standing there with a locker door dented under his fist and a heart pounding so loud he was sure people could hear it.
Gyutaro stared after you for a second longer than he meant to.
Then he caught one of the dumbasses from math class gawking and nearly bared his teeth at him.
Yeah. He was definitely showing up early today.
When he showed up, you were already there — stretching out easily on the gym mats, the golden late-afternoon sun casting long shadows across the floor.
He paused in the doorway without meaning to, taking in the way you moved — like you owned the space.
You adjusted your waistband casually, thumbs hooking under the elastic and tugging your shorts lower so they sat right against your hips. It was such an absent-minded, natural motion, but Gyutaro nearly gave himself whiplash trying not to watch.
He dragged his gaze up to the ceiling like maybe God would save him if he looked holy enough, then busied himself pretending to scope the gym out — like he was just waiting for the others. Like his blood wasn’t roaring in his ears.
"You ready?" you called out, voice bright and easy.
"Yeah," he muttered, rougher than he intended. He cleared his throat, feeling like a total idiot.
You beckoned him over with two fingers, and he had no choice but to obey.
"So here’s the deal," you said, a glint in your eye. "I’ve been dying to try a new move. It's kind of crazy but I think you’re the only one who can pull it off."
You outlined the plan — a complicated swing-and-climb stunt that basically turned him into your own personal jungle gym. The instructions should’ve been overwhelming, but Gyutaro found himself nodding along, absorbing every word.
"Think you can handle it?" you teased, cocking a brow at him, a playful dare in your voice.
He snorted, rolling his shoulders back. "Course I can," he said, sounding more sure than he felt.
You grinned like you already knew he wouldn’t fail you.
And then — without a second thought — you climbed him.
Your hands were firm on his shoulders, your foot bracing against the muscle of his thigh. You moved so naturally it was like you trusted him completely, no hesitation, no fear. It lit something hot and volatile inside him, something that twisted low in his stomach.
Gyutaro stayed grounded, every muscle alive under your touch. He shifted instinctively when your weight leaned — adjusting his stance, his grip — hyper-aware of every brush of your skin against his.
It wasn’t just about not dropping you.
It was about making sure you never even felt unsteady.
And then — casual, like you didn’t even know you were wrecking him — you squeezed his bicep.
"Perfect hold," you said, approving and pleased.
For a split second, Gyutaro's brain blanked completely. He understood instantly why all those other guys before him buckled under you — that little touch, that tiny bit of praise, it was lethal.
He forced himself to breathe through it, setting his jaw, refusing to crumble. He wasn’t going to be just another idiot.
You continued, twisting effortlessly around his torso, climbing higher, and finally — you settled easily on his shoulders like it was the most natural place in the world for you to be. Perched there like a queen.
You tapped his forehead lightly, playful.
"Solid," you said, grinning down at him. "This is gonna kill when we show it off."
Gyutaro tightened his hands lightly at your knees, steadying you — steadying himself.
And somewhere deep inside him, something fierce and almost hopeful unfurled in his chest.
Maybe — maybe — this didn’t suck after all.
Maybe being your base wasn’t the punishment he thought it was, it was the beginning of something he hadn’t even dared to want.
The next day, you made it official.
After a few more successful practice runs — each one smoother and faster than the last — you clapped your hands sharply to get everyone’s attention. The team circled up around you and Gyutaro in the gym, some of them looking curious, some already wary.
"Watch close," you said, voice confident. You threw Gyutaro a quick glance — a silent ready? — and he gave a short nod.
Without hesitation, you moved.
Hands planting on his shoulders, foot stepping onto the solid brace of his thigh, you launched into the climb-and-swing maneuver you’d been perfecting. Gyutaro moved with you like instinct — a living, breathing anchor — adjusting the minute shifts in your balance with a stability that made it look effortless. Every catch was seamless. Every turn, precise.
He didn’t even notice how tightly his jaw was locked, how sharply focused he was on you alone — until you slid into place on his shoulders like a crown set on a king.
A heartbeat of stillness. You dismounted gracefully, landing beside him with barely a sound.
The gym echoed faintly with awkward clapping. A few half-hearted whistles.
But nobody — not one person — stepped forward to volunteer to try it next.
Someone muttered, "Maybe... with someone else."
Gyutaro heard it clear as day. Another kid flinched when Gyutaro shifted his weight slightly, like even the idea of him moving was a threat.
A familiar ache curled up in his chest — not anger, not really. Just the old, bitter knowledge that he didn’t belong here. Not really. No matter how good he was. No matter how hard he tried.
He let out a dry, humorless puff of air through his nose and dropped his gaze to the floor. Figures.
But then — You.
You, who had trusted him without a blink. You, who had touched him like he wasn’t something to flinch from. You, who called him Inkblot with an affectionate smirk instead of a sneer.
You were furious.
"You serious?" you snapped, voice slicing through the thick tension like a blade. Even Gyutaro flinched a little at the sheer command in your tone.
"You watched it work. You saw it. And you're still scared?"
The others shifted uneasily, avoiding your burning gaze, suddenly very interested in their shoes.
"No one's gonna grow if you can't get over yourselves," you barked, stepping forward, forcing them all to look at you. "You think it’s easy to put yourself in someone else's hands? You think it’s easy to carry people? To stay steady no matter what?"
You jabbed a finger toward Gyutaro without even looking at him — like it was obvious.
"This guy’s doing it better than any of you ever could, and you can't even manage a little basic trust?"
Silence. Thick, miserable silence.
Your jaw tightened. Then, with deadly calm, you pointed at the track visible just beyond the gym doors.
"Run. Now. Twenty laps. Maybe you’ll build a backbone while you're at it."
The team scattered like mice, stumbling over themselves to get outside before you found a harsher punishment.
Gyutaro just... stared at you.
At the fierce set of your shoulders. At the way your chest rose and fell with frustration. At the way you didn’t even glance at him for validation — because you didn’t need to. You already knew you were right.
Nobody — nobody — had ever fought for him like that. Not since Ume had still been a little girl with a chipped tooth and fists full of fury on his behalf.
And right there, in that emptying gym, Gyutaro felt something dangerous and terrifying twist low in his stomach.
He cared.
He cared what you thought of him.
And somehow, he knew — deep down — that if he let himself, he'd start caring about a lot more than that.
The team stampeded out of the gym, sneakers slapping against the track as they started their punishment laps. The heavy metal doors swung shut behind them with a hollow clang, leaving the gym suddenly quiet again.
You turned back toward Gyutaro, expression softening a little. Some of the storm faded from your eyes, replaced with something almost… apologetic.
“They're not usually like this," you said, voice low. "They shouldn't judge anyone. Especially not someone who's done nothing but—"
"‘S fine," Gyutaro cut you off before you could keep going, throwing up one hand lazily. His mouth twisted into a rough, bitter grin.
"Who wants some ugly, marked-up thug grabbin’ them anyway? I wouldn’t."
It was meant to sound like a joke. Self-deprecating. Easy to shrug off.
But it didn't land like that.
Not with you.
You crossed the space between you without hesitation, coming to stand right in front of him. Close enough he could see every detail of your face — the serious line of your brow, the slight downward pull at the corners of your mouth.
"Don't talk about yourself like that," you said quietly. Firm. No room for argument.
Gyutaro blinked, thrown off balance by how serious you looked.
"You’re strong," you continued, voice unwavering. "You’re intuitive. You notice things nobody else does. You pick up moves faster than people who’ve been training for years."
He opened his mouth to scoff, to say whatever, but you didn’t let him.
"And your marks?" You tilted your head a little, eyes flicking across the dark, ink-like patterns sprawled across his face, his arms. You smiled — really smiled — and Gyutaro felt something in his chest clench painfully.
"I think they're cool," you said simply. "They make you distinct. Interesting. You stand out. You should be proud of that."
He stared at you.
Words clogged in his throat, thick and clumsy. He didn't know what the hell he was supposed to say to that.
Nobody had ever said anything like that to him. Not teachers. Not classmates. Not adults. No one — except Ume, maybe, when they were younger and the world hadn’t ground them down yet.
And now you, standing there like it was the easiest thing in the world to see worth in him.
He looked away, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly.
"You're weird," he muttered under his breath.
But his ears were red.
And you just laughed — light and bright, like windchimes again — the sound slipping straight under his skin and settling somewhere deep he didn’t want to look too closely at.
The sky was darkening by the time Gyutaro left the school grounds. He didn’t bother waiting for Ume — she’d run off earlier with a bunch of her friends, too wrapped up in plans for some weekend thing to even notice him.
Which was fine. Better this way, honestly.
He jammed his hands deep into the pockets of his hoodie, hunched his shoulders, and started the long walk home alone.
The cracked sidewalk passed under his feet in a steady rhythm, but his mind wasn't nearly as steady. It kept circling back to you. To the way you’d looked at him — steady and real — when you told him he was strong, smart, that his birthmarks made him distinct.
Distinct. Not ugly. Not scary. Cool.
No one had ever said that to him. Not once.
And the worst part — the part that made his hands clench and unclench inside his pockets — was that he wanted to believe you. He wanted it so badly it hurt.
He scowled at the ground, kicking a loose pebble into the gutter.
Stupid.
It didn’t mean anything. You were just being nice. You were that kind of person — probably felt bad for him, thought you were doing him some big favor by being kind.
That had to be it.
Because the alternative — that you actually saw something in him — was too dangerous to even consider.
The walk stretched on.
Gyutaro told himself it didn’t matter. That he didn’t care.
Except he did.
Because every time he closed his eyes, he saw the way you smiled when you talked about his strength. He heard that windchime laugh, light and easy and nothing like the world he was used to. And worse — way worse — he caught himself thinking about how good you looked at practice. The firm line of your calves when you planted your feet to lift off. The curve of your hips when you adjusted your stance. The flash of bare midriff when you reached up to fix your hair.
He hated it. Hated how easy it was for his eyes to find you without meaning to. Hated how bad he wanted your attention.
He shoved his hood up over his head and kept walking, faster now, like he could outrun the thoughts clawing at the inside of his skull.
You didn’t see him that way. You probably never would.
He was just a base to you. A tall, stable object to stand on, to swing from, to land on.
That's all.
He repeated it over and over in his head like a mantra. And if his chest felt tight the whole way home, well — that was just something he’d deal with later.
Alone.
Like always.
Weeks slipped by in a strange, uncomfortable rhythm.
Practice after practice, Gyutaro found himself being handed more things to like about you. The way your nose scrunched slightly when you concentrated. The way you never hesitated to correct someone — including him — without being cruel about it. The way you praised people without making it feel fake, even him. The way you laughed, not forced but bright and easy, and how it got under his skin every single damn time.
The rest of the team had started to come around too. Slowly, awkwardly, but it was happening. People passed him flyers without dropping them like they were scared. Some even started to joke with him — carefully, hesitantly — like they were realizing maybe he wasn’t about to bite their heads off.
All except one girl, but Gyutaro couldn’t even be bothered to remember her name. Why would he care about her opinion when the only thing he could see anymore was you?
He could tell you trusted him. Relied on him. You picked him for the hardest lifts without a second thought. You grinned at him like you knew he would never let you fall.
You were under his skin so deep he didn’t even bother trying to dig you out.
It was a normal day when he got called into Principal Kamado’s office.
At first, Gyutaro thought it had to be a mistake — a reflexive twitch of guilt shot through him even though he hadn’t done a damn thing wrong. No fights. No vandalism. No screaming matches in the hallways.
He shuffled in reluctantly, hands jammed into the pockets of his hoodie.
Principal Kamado — a short, perpetually tired-looking man — actually smiled when he saw him.
“Gyutaro. Good to see you.”
That alone made Gyutaro want to turn around and check if someone was standing behind him.
"You've done well," Kamado said, flipping through a clipboard. "I've seen a real improvement. No incidents. Good reports from teachers. Even... cooperation in extracurriculars."
Gyutaro stiffened but said nothing.
"Which brings us to this: this week will be your last week in cheerleading."
The words hit harder than he expected.
Kamado kept talking about learning lessons, good influences, personal growth — but Gyutaro barely heard any of it. All he could think about was that this would be the end. No more practices. No more excuses to see you almost every day. No more subtle, electrifying brushes of your hand against his arm. No more looking up and seeing you grinning at him like he was someone worth smiling at.
No more you.
Gyutaro didn’t react outwardly. Didn’t twitch. Didn’t blink.
But inside, his stomach twisted into something ugly and bitter.
What the hell was wrong with him? Getting bent out of shape over something so stupid. You weren’t his. You never would be.
And worst of all — he caught himself thinking that he would miss the way your body fit against his when you launched into stunts. He flinched at the thought, disgusted with himself.
Get it together, he told himself savagely. Creep.
He trudged to practice that afternoon, feeling heavier than usual. You were stretching when he arrived, and you beamed at him like you always did — easy, bright, beautiful.
It almost made him turn around and leave before he could embarrass himself.
Instead, he forced himself to walk over, slouching slightly like he could make himself smaller.
When you noticed the look on his face, your smile faltered just a little.
"What’s up, Inkblot?" you asked, cheerful but curious.
He shrugged, looking anywhere but at you.
"Last week," he said roughly. "Principal said I'm done after this."
You blinked, and for a second — just a second — you looked genuinely sad. It almost knocked him over.
"Oh," you said softly, pushing your hair behind your ear. "That’s... soon."
You fiddled with the hem of your shirt, looking thoughtful.
"If you wanted to, you could stick around after this week," you said casually, like it wasn’t ripping his ribs open with your stupid hopefulness. "You’ve been a better base than most of the guys who actually wanted to do this."
You grinned at him again, trying to lighten the mood.
Gyutaro knew what you were doing. He could see it.
You wanted him to stay. Not because you needed him — but because you wanted him around.
He opened his mouth.
Closed it again.
Finally, he shrugged like he didn’t care, like the inside of his chest wasn’t crumbling to dust.
"Ain't got a reason to stick around," he said flatly.
You hesitated.
But you nodded, respecting his answer even if you clearly didn’t agree with it.
Gyutaro didn’t meet your eyes for the rest of practice.
Because if he did, he knew he’d never survive it.
Something was... off.
Gyutaro didn’t consider himself the most observant when it came to other people — unless they were throwing punches — but even he noticed it.
You were slower today. Distracted.
Moves you normally hit without blinking needed correcting. He found himself catching you by the waist, steadying your landings, adjusting your center of gravity mid-air more than usual.
Nobody else seemed to catch it. Maybe because you still wore that same easy smile, still barked encouragements, still led practice like you always had.
But Gyutaro noticed.
Because you were the only one who let him touch you without flinching. The only one who trusted him to catch you every time.
And today, it was like you were trusting him extra hard — leaning into him a second longer than necessary, squeezing the curve of his shoulder or the firmness of his bicep like you needed the reassurance.
Or maybe he needed it.
Either way, it twisted something deep in his gut.
At the end of practice, you waved to him like normal, that soft, sad smile tugging at your lips.
He didn’t know what to do with it, so he just lifted a hand in an awkward half-wave and watched you leave.
The next day?
You were back to normal.
Sharp. Energetic. Unbothered.
If Gyutaro didn’t know better, he would’ve thought yesterday was all in his head. Maybe he was losing it.
But there was something new too — something that gnawed at the edges of his brain like a dog with a bone.
You were... more hands-on.
When you climbed into position, you grabbed at his arms, his shoulders, even his sides with more familiarity than before. Your hands lingered when you adjusted your grip. You squeezed his muscles once or twice without thinking — like you were testing him, reaffirming that he was solid, steady, yours to rely on.
Gyutaro felt every touch like a damn brand against his skin.
It took every ounce of willpower not to react. Not to stiffen or jerk or — god forbid — look at you with all the messy, confused feelings choking him up from the inside out.
He was a rock.
He had to be.
Especially when you looked so damn happy with him. Especially when he realized he’d never want anything more than to be whatever you needed him to be.
At the end of practice, as everyone was packing up, you jogged over to him. Your cheeks were flushed from exertion, eyes bright.
He was halfway through pulling on his hoodie when you poked him in the side — right against the dip of muscle there — and grinned up at him.
"You’re coming tomorrow, right?"
Gyutaro grunted, tugging his hoodie down.
"Yeah. S'last day," he muttered.
You nodded, hands resting on your hips.
"Good. I’ve got a surprise for you."
He blinked down at you, suspicious. "Surprise?"
You just smiled — secretive, warm — and patted his arm like you were proud of him.
"You’ll see, Inkblot."
And then you turned and jogged off, tossing a wink over your shoulder like it was no big deal.
Leaving him standing there like a damn fool, hoodie half-zipped, heart beating way too fast for something as stupid as a wink.
Practice that day felt different.
Lighter somehow.
Everyone was cooperating better than usual, no screw-ups, no weird tension clinging to the air. You moved through the routines like you didn’t have a care in the world — laughing easily, teasing your teammates when they stumbled, praising Gyutaro like he was the foundation of the whole damn team.
And he...
He was trying not to drown in the way your face lit up every time he caught you perfectly.
It almost made him forget it was his last day.
Almost.
When practice wound down, you clapped your hands together, drawing everyone's attention.
"Alright!" you called, practically bouncing on your toes. "Nobody leave yet. I've got something planned."
Confused glances were exchanged. Gyutaro just crossed his arms, watching you suspiciously as you jogged off toward the lockers.
A few minutes later, you came back — dragging a cart with boxes of pizza, sodas, chips, and even a tiny cake with "Thanks, Inkblot!" written in messy icing across the top.
The others cheered.
Gyutaro... just stared.
You had done all this. For him.
Not because you had to. Not because someone made you. Because you wanted to.
For the first time in his whole damn life — outside of Ume — someone cared enough to celebrate him.
The pit in his stomach threatened to turn into something sharp and overwhelming, so he ducked his head and muttered a gruff, "Tch... 's stupid..." under his breath.
But when Ume elbowed him hard in the ribs, grinning like she knew exactly what was happening in his brain, he just scowled at her.
"You liiiike her," she sing-songed under her breath, practically bouncing with glee.
"Shut up," he growled low, barely resisting the urge to shove her across the damn room.
"And she likes you too, dummy. How can you not see it?!" she whispered, giggling before darting away before he could catch her.
Gyutaro grit his teeth, choosing instead to focus on stuffing a slice of pizza into his mouth before he said something he'd regret.
The party was... good. Better than he thought possible.
Some of the team members — the same ones who'd been terrified of him at the beginning — came up and clapped him on the shoulder, said thanks, good luck, stuff like that.
He didn’t know what to say, but he grunted through it without glaring at them. (Too much.)
Even the coach stopped by briefly to wish him well.
It was almost perfect.
Almost.
Because just as Gyutaro was starting to think maybe this wasn't a terrible memory to add to his life, he heard it.
A loud, disgusted voice slicing through the noise like a knife.
"Finally," the girl sneered, loud enough for half the gym to hear. "The monster's leaving."
It punched the air straight out of his lungs.
He clenched his fists at his sides, nails biting into his palms. Of course. Should’ve known it was too good to last.
He told himself it didn’t matter. He'd heard worse. He was worse, wasn't he?
So he turned away. Pretended not to hear it.
Until—
Splash.
The girl yelped, sputtering as soda dripped down her hair and soaked into her shirt.
Everyone froze.
You stood there, holding your now-empty cup like it was a weapon.
Your face was calm. Deadly.
"I don't like people," you said clearly, voice carrying over the stunned silence, "who can barely hold a basic stunt without panicking but act like they're god's gift to the team."
The girl stared at you, furious and humiliated.
"And I especially don't like people who are cruel for no reason," you finished.
"And with that — you're officially kicked out of the squad."
The girl opened her mouth, but the look you leveled at her made her think better of it. She turned and stormed out, a few of her friends trailing after her.
You exhaled, puffing your chest out like you’d just finished a battle you were ready to win from the beginning, and turned back to the rest of the team.
"Party's still on," you chirped, voice sunny again.
By the time the party wound down, most of the others had trickled out. Even Ume had gone, claiming she'd forgotten something in the gym and would "totally" come back for it later.
(Yeah, right.)
Which left just you and Gyutaro, wandering the mats, pretending to look for whatever "missing" thing Ume had lied about.
You spotted it first — a forgotten hair tie — and held it up with a soft laugh.
"Found it," you said.
He approached slowly, still a little off balance from everything.
When he reached out to take it, your fingers brushed his palm — warm, sure — and before he could pull back, you tugged him down.
Pressed your lips against his.
Gyutaro froze.
Every muscle locked up.
He stood there like a statue, wide-eyed, tasting your chapstick and breathing your warmth and not comprehending any of it.
It felt like the ground had dropped out beneath him — except you were there, anchoring him, grounding him in a way nothing ever had before.
Your lips — soft, real, yours — had just been on his.
It didn't make sense. It couldn't make sense.
His hands shot up automatically, gripping your shoulders and pushing you gently but firmly back to arm’s length — not rough, not mean — just overwhelmed.
He stared at you, breathing unevenly, like you'd just yanked the floor out from under him and he was still trying to figure out which way was up.
Your laughter broke the thick tension between you — light and bright, curling through the gym like sunlight cutting through a storm.
"You look like you got hit by a truck," you teased, smiling so warmly it made his chest ache.
He blinked at you, still trying to reboot his brain.
Finally, you tilted your head at him, eyes sparkling.
"Are you really that surprised?" you asked.
And that’s when the words tumbled out — raw, clumsy, brutally honest.
"You—" he started, voice scraping rough in his throat. "You don’t get it. Nobody..." he faltered, hands flexing against your shoulders like he was afraid you'd vanish if he let go, "—nobody wants someone like me."
You opened your mouth to argue, but he barreled on before you could.
"I’m messed up. Ugly. Stupid. Always have been. Even when I ain’t tryin' to start somethin', people look at me like I'm some kinda disease."
He dropped his gaze, the words tasting like blood in his mouth.
"I don't— I ain't good enough for you."
The confession hung in the air between you, trembling and raw.
You exhaled softly, reaching up to wrap your hands around his wrists, not forcing him to let go — just grounding him.
"Gyutaro," you said his name gently, "you're not ugly. You're not stupid. You're not a disease."
You squeezed his wrists firmly, anchoring him back to you.
"You're strong. Reliable. Sharp as hell when you wanna be. And your marks?" You smiled up at him, bright and certain. "They're beautiful. You're beautiful."
He flinched, as if the word physically hurt — but you just smiled wider, refusing to let him shrink away.
"I kissed you because I wanted to," you said simply. "Because I like you."
Gyutaro stared at you like you were speaking a language he'd never heard before.
You laughed again, that damn windchime sound he was quickly becoming addicted to.
"And judging by the way you were about two seconds from breaking the gym with how hard you were blushing," you added playfully, "I'm guessing you don't exactly hate me either."
Something cracked in him then — a dam breaking, a lifetime of keeping everything ugly and painful locked behind scar tissue — and he just choked out a low, helpless laugh.
"You're insane," he muttered.
"Maybe," you agreed easily, stepping closer, the warmth of you a gravitational pull he couldn't fight if he tried.
"But you're mine now if you want to be," you said, voice dropping just enough to make his brain short-circuit.
For once, Gyutaro didn’t argue.
Didn’t snarl or push you away or pick at himself until he bled.
He just let himself believe it — even if it scared him half to death.
"...Tch," he huffed, cheeks burning as he finally dropped his hands from your shoulders.
"Guess I ain't got much of a choice," he mumbled gruffly.
You grinned, victorious, and leaned up to press a soft kiss to his cheek.
"Nope," you whispered against his skin.
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whisperhug97 · 6 months ago
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Hi Mrs. Shabana!!!! I’ve had this request for a while because I’m a big fan of Gyutaro and the way you write him :D if you want, could you make an inceltaro fic and it’s established relationship too if it’s okay. Idk just daily life with him and if you feel comfortable could it be smut? (I have never requested anything before please forgive me 🤧 also I added the cat so things would be less dry I hope u appreciate this)
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𝐈𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐥!𝐃𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐧!𝐆𝐲𝐮𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐨 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 ‧₊˚⋆
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꒦꒷‧₊ Content Gyutaroxfemale!reader, 18+ MDNI, modern au, Gyutaro is an incel and a demon, smut, vaginal sex, creampie ꒦꒷‧₊ Note 1.3k words. I know you didn't ask for a demon version of incel Gyutaro but I had the idea and really wanted to write it! I haven't written for demon Gyutaro much so I've been craving it lately. I hope you still like it tho! And tysm for the ask ♡
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Your boyfriend is a really strange guy. Your friends warned you that he was a creep before you started dating, but you didn't care. You thought his social ineptitude was charming.
Sure, maybe he was a bit of a stalker before you started dating. But can you blame him? You were super pretty, and the way that you smiled at him made his knees weak.
He didn't understand how or why a woman could have this effect on him. In his eyes, women were lesser creatures designed to serve men's needs. Cooking, cleaning, sex, that sort of stuff.
Or at least that's what he learned from Reddit and 4chan.
He rarely left his room or talked to people in person so it was only a matter of time until he clung to some extremist online society. It was easier to blame everyone else for his problems instead of taking accountability for his own attitude and situation.
He was just a horny, unemployed neet that's obsessed with video games and hentai.
But one day when he was checking his mail in the mailroom of his apartment building, you accidentally bumped into him. You smiled at him and profusely apologized. It wasn't a strange or unusual encounter by any means, but for Gyutaro it was the first (if not only) positive interaction he had with a woman other than his sister. So to say it affected him would be an understatement.
He immediately got hard as he watched you walk away. Unable to resist temptation as he followed you to see which apartment unit you lived in. It was just down the hall from his.
And that's how his obsession began. He memorized your work schedule and would try to always catch you on your way to and from your apartment. Then while you were at work he'd go back to his room and jerk off until his dick was raw.
It wasn't healthy, but he didn't care.
Eventually one thing led to another and the two of you would talk on occasion. Leading to a few dates. Then boom, he became your boyfriend.
You love Gyutaro for his personality and his uniqueness. He's actually really funny sometimes and you love how much he cares about you. Sometimes it's borderline obsessive but you rather have someone be obsessed with you than not give a shit.
Plus you think he's so handsome. Maybe not conventionally attractive, but he's attractive to you. Those birthmarks on his face are beautiful, and you make sure to remind him of that every time you see him.
He'll put up a front like he doesn't care or can't be bothered, but as you kiss his birthmarks his cheeks begin to turn a light shade of pink. And suddenly he wants to lie in bed and cuddle you all evening.
He's a good boyfriend, though he has some downsides. He was often rude to other people, especially women. His apartment was a mess, he refused to clean up his hair, and his personal hygiene was subpar.
But those flaws could never prepare you for the real secret that he had been hiding this whole time.
You had to work overtime one night so you came home super late, but you really wanted to see Gyutaro so you went into his apartment, expecting him to be in his room playing video games. But no, instead you found him sitting on the living room couch with a severed arm in his hand. Casually munching down on the bloody flesh.
He looked at you with wide eyes that didn't look like the soft blue ones you had become accustomed to. Instead they were an unnatural red and green, his clear scleras now a sickly yellow.
"Um... I can explain," he muttered as he swallowed the wad of flesh.
So yeah, not only were you dating an incel but he also happened to be a demon! Just your luck, right?
You panicked and freaked out initially, which is completely understandable. But when you gave Gyutaro the chance to explain himself, everything began to make sense.
Being a demon, he can't go out during the day and needs to stay secluded as to not draw in too much attention. He was basically forced into solitude, in turn resulting in him becoming an incel. He couldn't just go out and have a normal life like a human could.
As he explained his situation, you began to feel bad for him. It really wasn't his fault that he turned out this way.
He was on the verge of tears as he tried to explain things to you. The thought of you being afraid of him broke his heart. He would rather face death than accept that you no longer love him.
So he definitely didn't expect you to be so accepting of his situation, but you were. And it only made him love you even more.
Apparently demons have been around for a very long time. And over the years they have adapted to living in a more modern society. Like how Gyutaro could change his appearance to match more of what he looked like before he became a demon. Though now that you know the truth, he doesn't hide his true nature from you.
Is it bad that you like him better this way?
Maybe it's because he can truly be himself now with nothing to hide. But you find this new Gyutaro so fucking attractive. Suddenly his less than ideal hygiene isn't so bad.
Before he met you, he would mainly target women that annoyed him. Women who were beautiful, had lots of friends, or successful careers. Sometimes he'd target men too if they sparked his jealousy. Especially if the guy was very popular with the ladies, that made Gyutaro's blood boil and they'd quickly become his next meal.
But now that he's in a happy relationship, his outbursts of jealousy aren't as bad.
Now that you know the truth, he doesn't hold anything back in the bedroom. Gyutaro will literally go for HOURS if you let him. Fucking you relentlessly, spilling load after load inside of you. He knows you can only handle so much since you're just a human but sometimes he just can't help himself.
His favorite thing is to hold you down and push his cock even deeper inside of you after he's filled you to the brim with his semen. Watching you struggle beneath him is the cutest thing in his eyes.
You claim that you need to clean up and you feel dirty, but he loves that dirty feeling. He wants to watch you writhe in the mess he's created. Just smelling his scent all over you like that drives him mad. Even after you clean it off, his scent is never truly gone because he forced you to sit in it for so long.
He's rough and sadistic during sex, teasing you constantly. Withholding your orgasm while he reaches his over and over again. You're like his human toy that he can play with as he pleases.
But when it comes down to it, he genuinely loves and cherishes you. He acts like he's in control, but if you legitimately wanted him to stop, he would. He would even get on his knees and lick the bottom of your shoes if you asked. He'd never admit it to anyone else. But for you he'd do anything.
The love he has for you knows no bounds. You aren't just his girlfriend, you're his soulmate. He's convinced of it. The two of you are so different, but maybe that's why you work so well together.
He's depraved, filthy, and disgraceful. But you love him that way and wouldn't change him for the world.
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whisperhug97 · 8 months ago
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Don't me squealing
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𝐇𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐲 𝐍𝐞𝐰 𝐘𝐞𝐚𝐫 ✧ 𝐆𝐲𝐮𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐨 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫
ꔫ Content Gyutaro x female!reader, canon-ish, fluff ꔫ Note Happy New Year! This is a continuation of the Christmas fic I did. I'll link it below in case you didn't get the chance to read it. ଘ( ˊωˋ )ଓ
:・゚✧ Part one
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Ever since your secret admirer gave you that beautiful bracelet Christmas night, you've been communicating with him in secret. Leaving notes outside your doorstep every time you went to bed, and when you'd wake up you'd always find a crinkled-up piece of paper with sloppy handwriting in return.
Gyutaro knows he shouldn't be communicating with you. He knows better than that. But when he read the note that you left for him he just couldn't help it. No one has ever been so sweet to him before, even through writing. The way you went on complimenting him, telling him he's so sweet and kind and how blessed you feel to have someone like him around. It almost felt like a love letter, making Gyutaro's cheeks burn the whole time he read it.
He tries to keep his responses brief but he figured it wouldn't hurt to tell you his name, right? Now you know the name of your suiter. Gyutaro~
You like saying it to yourself. Sometimes calling out to him when you feel like you're being watched. Causing him to sink deep into the shadows, trying to calm down as he gets all flustered.
He's in too deep and he knows it. But is it bad that he doesn't really care?
In your last letter, you asked him to join you for New Year's Eve as you didn't have any plans and would like to spend the evening with him. After a double shift, you finally get home after sundown to read his response.
"Listen, you can't see me. How many times do I have to tell you before you understand? Even though I wish we could... we will never meet. Just accept it Y/N.
You don't need to be hanging around a guy like me anyway. It's for the best.
I hope you have a happy new year,
Love, Gyutaro"
The intent of his words was to push you away for your own safety. That much is clear to you so you don't take it too personally. But, does he take you for some kind of idiot?
"Ha, what are you so afraid of, Gyutaro?" you yell up into the air, knowing that he's around, "Are you afraid that I would reject you because you're a demon?"
As soon as that statement leaves your lips you hear a loud thud behind you. And before you can turn around a large hand is clasped against your mouth and pulling you back against a muscular chest.
"Quiet! How the hell did you know?" he whispers in an inhuman voice, confirming your suspicions. It's raspy and harsh, just like his handwriting.
"Mm mm mm!!" You hum behind his hand, unable to speak.
"Oh... sorry," he mumbles and takes his hand off your mouth. Though he still keeps you held tightly against his body so you can't see his appearance.
"You only write me at night! And no normal person would be able to stalk me like you do. You managed to uproot a whole Christmas tree and sneak it into my home without anyone noticing. Not to mention you said that we should never meet, so I just put the clues together," you can't help but snicker as you hear him huff in frustration.
"You're smarter than I thought you'd be..." he mumbles. Though he can't be surprised. He fell for you for many reasons, and your intelligence was one of them. He just didn't think you'd outsmart him so easily. Or maybe it's because he was careless and let his guard down.
"Gyutaro, I don't care that you're a demon-"
"I'm not just any demon! I'm..." he takes a deep breath to calm down, "I'm ugly. And before you say you like me anyway, I'm uglier than ugly. Worse than anything a mere human could ever imagine."
You don't know what to say. Simply just telling him you don't care about his appearance isn't enough, you know it won't satisfy him. He's been alive for who knows how many years, so he's probably heard it all.
You want to see his face, more than anything. But if it's something he isn't comfortable with then you won't force it on him.
"Fine. Blindfold me then."
"What?" he gasps, "You serious?"
"Yes, I'm completely serious. I want to spend the New Year with you so I'll do it blindfolded if that makes you feel more comfortable," you reach down to lay your hand atop his, conveying your sincerity.
"B-But you won't be able to see the fireworks if-"
"I don't care," you cut him off, "I want to be with you, that's all I care about."
A distorted laugh rumbles out of him, "You got a deal, human."
You're honestly surprised that he agreed. But you know he's serious when he wraps some type of fabric around your eyes. You don't know what it is, maybe some type of scarf or ribbon. But he tightly ties it around your head, then lifts you up into his arms.
"Where are we going?" you ask.
"To watch the fireworks. Er- I guess I'll watch them, you'll just listen to them," he chuckles, finding the situation you've put yourself in quite amusing.
You hear the sound of people walking around and talking within a crowd, but you feel the wind blowing through your hair as Gyutaro moves quickly. Surely he isn't running through the crowd of people? No, they don't sound close enough. He must be above them, carrying you onto the rooftops where the two of you won't be spotted.
You get confirmation when he gently sets you down, as you can feel the slates of the roof beneath you.
"A-Are we on top of a building?" you stutter, feeling slightly afraid especially since you can't see anything.
"Heh, wow you really are smart. I come up here every year to watch the fireworks," he smiles, looking up into the sky as it's filled with colorful lights, "Just relax. I won't let you fall off."
He hesitantly reaches over to take your hand, finding himself more confident without the threat of being seen. This actually feels really nice. For once, Gyutaro feels like he can be normal. Not defined by his unsightly face or grotesque body.
"You know what we usually do at midnight, right?" you whisper, looking up to where you think his face is.
"Uh... what?"
"Kiss," you blush and squeeze his hand.
"O-Oh! I see..." he mutters, gulping audibly.
Gyutaro looks down at one of the city clocks. The time is ticking fast and before he knows it it's already almost midnight.
"Shit, do I have to kiss her? Or maybe I wait for her to kiss me... but she can't see. So how is she supposed to know when it's midnight? Maybe I can just pretend it's not midnight yet..." he thinks to himself.
He wants to kiss you, he really does. Deep down at least. Though he knows he shouldn't. He should see you as nothing more than a meal, but you couldn't be further from that. You mean so much more to him than you know, especially now that he's sitting beside you with his hand intertwined with yours.
He wants to be with you. Wants to receive love for the first time in his life. He knows he isn't cut out for it but would it be so bad if he gave in? Just for tonight?
When the clock strikes midnight Gyutaro's body moves on its own. Chasing the one thing he's craved for his entire life, even though he doesn't deserve it. All of the terrible things he's done, all of the people he's hurt, killed, eaten.
But he just wants to be happy.
Your body jolts in surprise as you feel a pair of strong hands grab your face and pull you forward until your lips collide with Gyutaro's.
It took you by surprise, but you quickly relaxed into the kiss. Savoring the moment you've sought after ever since you found out about him.
Your touch feels so good. So addicting.
He knows there's no going back after this. There's no way in hell he'll be able to go on without having more of you. More of your affection, your attention, and the sweet words that come out of your mouth. He needs it all.
So he takes a leap of faith. Removing your blindfold, knowing that once this kiss ends you'll open your eyes and see his hideous face.
He holds you closer, squeezing his eyes tight and colliding his lips harder with yours. Doing whatever he can to lengthen the kiss and prolong you opening your eyes.
Maybe this was a mistake after all.
But you can't help but giggle into the kiss as he desperately tries to kiss you longer.
He's prolonged it as long as he can, and he finally opens his eyes.
Only to see that yours are already open. And... you're still kissing him.
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whisperhug97 · 8 months ago
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Title: A Demon’s Christmas Glow
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My honest reaction:
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Snowflakes drifted softly outside, painting the barren land in a blanket of white. The air was crisp, and the night sky shimmered with stars, twinkling like tiny crystals. Inside the modest cabin you and Gyutaro had claimed as your temporary hideout, warmth radiated from a small hearth, and the faint scent of spiced tea lingered in the air.
For most, Christmas was a time of joy, family, and celebration. For you and Gyutaro, it was something entirely different—a rare moment to embrace humanity amid the shadows. Tonight wasn’t about grand gifts or lavish decorations but about the comfort of being together.
Gyutaro sat by the window, his gangly frame hunched over as he traced patterns in the frosted glass with a clawed finger. His green eyes, marbled with hues of sorrow and longing, reflected the flickering firelight. He wore a threadbare sweater you had insisted he try, though he protested that it looked ridiculous on him. It was oversized and lopsided, the bright red contrasting starkly with his pale, sickly complexion. Yet, to you, he looked endearingly out of place, like a forgotten piece of a broken puzzle finally finding its fit.
“You’re staring again,” he muttered, his raspy voice cutting through the silence. His tone was gruff, but there was no venom in it—just the hint of embarrassment he couldn’t hide.
You smiled, leaning back against the cushions on the floor. “Can you blame me? You look… festive.”
“Festive?” He scoffed, rolling his eyes. “I look stupid.” But the faint flush creeping up his neck betrayed his true feelings.
Rising to your feet, you crossed the room and gently placed a hand on his shoulder. “You look perfect,” you said softly, letting your fingers linger. His shoulders stiffened at first, but he didn’t pull away.
“What’s the point of this anyway?” he grumbled, motioning vaguely at the room. You had strung together makeshift decorations—paper snowflakes, a small tree you’d scavenged and adorned with candles, and a single garland draped across the mantle. It wasn’t much, but it transformed the space into something magical.
“The point,” you began, leaning against the window beside him, “is to make memories. Good ones. Ones that remind us we’re more than just what the world sees.”
He was silent for a moment, his gaze fixed on the snowy landscape outside. Then, almost hesitantly, he asked, “And you really think I deserve that?”
Your heart ached at the vulnerability in his voice. Gyutaro was so much more than the cruel, bitter demon he often portrayed. Beneath the rough exterior was someone who had been hurt, abandoned, and scorned by a world that refused to understand him. And yet, here he was, allowing you into his broken heart piece by piece.
“Of course you do,” you replied firmly. “You’ve been through so much, Gyutaro. But that doesn’t mean you don’t deserve happiness.”
He turned to face you, his mismatched eyes searching yours for any hint of deception. When he found none, he sighed, his lips curving into a crooked smile. “You’re too good to me, y’know that?”
“Someone has to be,” you teased, earning a soft chuckle from him. It was a rare sound, one that warmed you more than any fire ever could.
As the night wore on, you coaxed him into helping you with the final touches of the evening. Together, you prepared a simple meal—more for the tradition than necessity—and sat by the fire, sharing stories from your past. Gyutaro, who rarely opened up, surprised you with snippets of his childhood. His voice was tinged with bitterness, but there was also a fragile yearning for the innocence he’d lost.
At some point, you produced a small gift you’d hidden under the tree—a scarf you had painstakingly knit over the past few weeks. It wasn’t perfect, with uneven stitches and frayed edges, but it was made with love.
“For me?” he asked, staring at it as if it were the most precious thing he’d ever seen.
“Who else?” you joked, wrapping it around his neck. The deep green fabric matched his eyes, and though he looked awkward wearing it, you couldn’t help but beam. “Now you’ll stay warm, even on the coldest nights.”
He didn’t respond immediately, instead pulling the scarf closer to his face. His clawed hands trembled slightly, and when he finally looked at you, his eyes shimmered with unshed tears.
“Thank you,” he whispered, his voice raw with emotion.
You reached for his hand, intertwining your fingers with his. “Merry Christmas, Gyutaro.”
For the first time in a long while, he allowed himself to believe in something good. Sitting by the fire with you, the world outside forgotten, he thought maybe—just maybe—he could have a place in this world, too.
And as snow continued to fall, blanketing the earth in quiet serenity, the two of you shared a moment of peace that neither would ever forget.
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A gyutaro comfort fanfic coming right up for @mrsshabana
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whisperhug97 · 10 months ago
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𝐙𝐎𝐌𝐁𝐈𝐄!𝐆𝐘𝐔𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐎 ⛧ 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄
꒦꒷‧₊ Summary Gyutaro's become obsessed with pleasing you. So much so that it seems like his only purpose for living. And those feelings will only get stronger when his memories of you come flooding back. ꒦꒷‧₊ Content Gyutaro x female!reader, 18+ MDNI, gore, body horror, fingering, oral, master/slave, masochism, sadism, praise kink ꒦꒷‧₊ Note 1.7k words. Thank you to @misskaorii for helping me brainstorm for this chapter!! ♡
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After that night, Gyutaro seems a lot happier than he was before. And he's getting better at controlling himself too.
Always going around your apartment, cleaning up or preparing things for you. It's kind of surprising honestly. At first you thought the whole master thing was just a kink of his. But no, he literally does see you as his master.
After doing more research you discovered that when a witch resurrects a human they have an inseparable bond. Kind of like a contract. Where the resurrected person feels an undeniable urge to protect and serve their summoner.
It took some getting used to at first, but now you don't mind it. It's nice having someone always by your side to protect you and help you whenever you need. Though, you do wish he would relax more often. And stop calling you master too. You try to get him to call you by your name, but he can't help it.
It seems as the days pass, his undying servitude towards you grows more and more. And the feeling is mutual. You enjoy taking care of him and having him around. Even getting so close that you can understand what he's trying to say even when only mumbles and groans leave his mouth.
The hardest part has been keeping him a secret from your coven. If Lady Tamayo found out she'd be pissed. Probably enough to force you to live at the coven again. And you just gained your independence so you can't mess it up now!
It's difficult to keep Gyutaro a secret from all of your friends but you know you don't have a choice. You know you'll have to come clean eventually, but for now you're content coming home to your sweet zombie boy every day after your lessons.
"Gyutaro, I'm home!" You shout as you enter your apartment, closing the door behind you.
As soon as you kick off your shoes you hear something rummaging around in your kitchen. So you hurriedly follow the sound, fully expecting to see Gyutaro getting into some kind of trouble.
And that's exactly what you see. Him standing over the counter with a jug of milk. Why he feels like he needs to drink milk, you have no idea. He has a habit of seeing you do things and he tries to mimic you because he thinks that'll make you proud. It's cute but it often ends in a mess.
As you enter the kitchen you watch as he shakily tries to pour the milk into a glass cup. His clumsy hands spilling most of the milk on the floor and the countertop, barely getting inside of the glass. But he seems to think he did a good job as he happily hands the glass to you with a smile.
"F-For you," he smiles.
"Thank you, Gyu," you force an exhausted smile and take the glass. It's awfully sweet of him to try and you do appreciate it, but you can't help but feel tired. Knowing that you're going to have to get on your hands and knees to clean up this mess.
And Gyutaro can tell from your facial expression that you aren't pleased.
"Gyutaro... bad?" he frowns, looking hurt.
"No no! You aren't bad, honey!" You immediately try to reassure him, "You made a little bit of a mess but that's ok. You're learning!"
He shakes his head and gets on his knees, "Punish! Please!" he whimpers as he bows before you, "P-Punish Gyutaro f-for making mess..."
Your eyes widen as you watch his display of submission.
"Gyutaro, please stand up," you gently pet his hair, "You don't deserve to be punished. You aren't in trouble, ok?"
"No! I-I... I did bad thing. So punish, yes," he looks up at you with pleading eyes almost as if he wants to be punished.
And when you look further down, you see that this actually excites him. The obvious erection between his legs tells you just how much he wants this. It may be called a punishment, but if he enjoys it this much then it must be a reward. And you're more than happy to reward your sweet zombie boy.
"Fine, you're right. You do deserve to be punished," you proclaim as you grab a fistful of his hair and tug.
A needy moan leaves his lips, "Y-Yes master..."
"You were a very bad boy, Gyu," you pull harder, forcing him to look up at you, "Look at all that milk you wasted."
"M'sorry," he gasps, joyful tears flowing from his eyes, "I m-make it up to... to you."
His eyes dart to under your skirt, then back to your eyes.
You smirk, getting what he's hinting at. "If you try really hard, then maybe, just maybe I'll forgive you."
He bites his lip and lifts your skirt, "Won't s-stop until you forgive..."
Your face heats up as you watch him slide your panties down. His eyes widen as he sees your pretty pussy. Just the sight of it makes him so excited, thinking about how good he's going to make you feel.
He's sloppy and doesn't completely know what he's doing, but his eagerness to please you more than enough makes up for it. Starting by kissing your clit, then licking up and down your slit. Paying attention to how your body reacts and to the sounds you make. His observations pay off, and it doesn't take him too long to find a combination of tongue movements that you like.
Quickly getting you wet enough to slide his fingers inside.
"A-Ah Gyu!" You moan, grabbing onto his hair for support. He can't help but groan as you roll your fingers through his hair and moan his name.
He's slower with his fingers than he is with his tongue, as he's nervous about hurting you. But once he finds that spongy spot that makes your thighs tremble and your eyes roll back, he speeds up. Using two fingers, sliding in and out of you, pressing his rough fingertips on that spot that makes you scream his name.
He's not sure what feels better. The way your walls clench around his fingers, or the way your hands tightly grip his head and push him harder against your cunt. Begging for him to keep going.
He fucking loves it. Nothing feels as good as pleasing his master. Involuntarily rutting his hips against the fabric of his pants, he feels like he could cum any minute now just from pleasing you.
As your nails rake against his scalp and your palms massage his head, he begins to feel a strange sensation in his brain. Like your touch is bringing more life into his body. But it's different from last time. His brain tingles as memories begin to flow back to him. Memories of you.
He begins to remember you coming into the store he worked at every week. How he'd get so excited to see you, picking up shifts and changing his schedule just so he could see you more often.
Memories of how beautiful he thought you were but he was too shy to tell you how much he liked you. How he would jerk off almost every night to the thought of you when he'd get home after a long shift.
And how he had planned to finally ask you out. But death took him the day before he could do so.
It all comes back to him. And he can't believe that his face is actually between your legs right now. The girl he's crushed on and obsessed over for more than a year.
He doesn't have to imagine eating you out while stroking his dick late at night anymore. Because now he gets to live it. He may be a zombie now but he doesn't care, as long as he gets to love his favorite girl then he's happy.
"Y/N... Y/N..." he moans your name, barely audible as his mouth is still buried between your thighs.
"G-Gyutaro!" you shout as you reach your climax. Your walls tightening around his fingers, your fists pulling his hair, and your legs almost giving out.
He groans and can't stop himself from cumming too, staining the front of his pants until they're soaked. But that doesn't stop him from continuing. His fingers still slide in and out of you as his tongue circles around your clit.
"Ah! Ok-ok! I forgive you, I forgive you," you plead as the overstimulation gets to be too much. But he doesn't care, he doesn't let up until you're licked clean.
Once he's satisfied he moves his face away and looks up at you with a satisfied yet cocky grin on his face.
It's unusual, something about him seems different. But you don't think about it for too long as you sit on the floor, your back resting against the fridge as you catch your breath.
"That was... so good," you pant, "You did a great job Gyu. Good boy," you smile weakly.
He smirks and looks down between your legs.
Something is... off.
You see him sitting on the floor a few feet in front of you, yet you still feel his fingers inside of you.
His wrist, no it's his hand. It's not attached to his wrist.
You look down with wide eyes to see his detached hand still fingering you.
With an amused chuckle, Gyutaro's hand crawls back to him, and he reattaches it to his wrist.
"Sorry," he blushes, "F-Feels too good being inside you..."
You're at a loss for words. Never did you expect him to do that, but knowing that he can just detach parts of himself and control them freely is kind of exciting.
"I-It's ok," you pull your panties up and try to compose yourself.
All of those feelings he once felt for you when he was alive come flooding back to him. "I... I remember," he mumbles as he crawls over to you and wraps his arms around you. Holding you close and kissing the top of your head.
"What do you remember?" You ask as you lean into him.
"H-How much... I loved you."
It's surreal to him the life he's living now. His death, his resurrection, and his new romance. But it was all worth it to be with you.
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whisperhug97 · 11 months ago
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me and Gyutaro TV Girl reference wow
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𝐆𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐓!𝐆𝐘𝐔𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐎 ⛧ 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄
꒦꒷‧₊ Summary After reaching your breaking point you decide to do some digging to learn about Gyutaro's past. But once you do, everything changes and your relationship with the ghost boy will never be the same. ꒦꒷‧₊ Content Gyutaro x female!reader, 18+ MDNI, masturbation, vaginal sex, creampie, gore, violence, body horror (?) ꒦꒷‧₊ Note 2.2k words.
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You've had enough.
What happened when Mitsuri was over was your last straw. You tried to confront Gyutaro after she left, but yet again he refused to show himself. You don't know what his problem is but you're fed up with his antics.
So the next afternoon you decide to go to the local library to do some research away from the ghost boy's prying eyes.
Once there you begin looking for any records on the house. Anything at all that might talk about what happened there with Gyutaro. But you come up empty-handed, even when you try searching his name.
It's not until you ask the librarian for assistance that you actually get somewhere.
"So you're the one that moved into that old house," she mumbles as she looks through documents in a large filing cabinet, "It's a shame what happened there..." she trails off.
Finally, she finds what she was looking for, "Here you go sweetie, this should give you all the information you need," she says with a somber smile as she hands you a newspaper dated from June 2nd, 2004.
"Thank you!" You excitedly take the newspaper and make yourself comfortable at a table before reading it.
Large letters heading the front page read, "Local Teen Killed in Hit and Run Accident"
You feel a shiver go down your spine as you read the title. Almost afraid to continue the article for what you might find, but you push on.
"Gyutaro Shabana, a recent 19-year-old Graduate of Daikoku Academy, was killed yesterday afternoon in a hit and run accident. Shabana was playing with his little sister, Ume, in front of their family home when he was struck by an unidentified vehicle. The driver fled and has not been identified. Shabana died at the scene."
Below the first paragraph is a photo of Gyutaro when he was alive, smiling in what appears to be a graduation photo.
"Mrs. Hisa, a neighbor who witnessed the gruesome crime, had this to say, "Gyutaro was on the sidewalk drawing chalk with little Ume like any other night. When this truck sped up and drove over the curb! It looked like he pushed the little girl away, thank god she survived. But poor Gyutaro, I ran over to try and help... he was covered in blood after the truck sped off. There was nothing we could do."
Another photo is inserted here, this time a photo from the crime scene. It depicts a colorful children's drawing on the sidewalk, but it's covered in blood.
"Paramedics arrived on scene but were unable to save the boy. Shabana is survived by his sister (6), mother, and father. If you have any information regarding the driver that killed Shabana please call 555-0661."
The old newspaper trembles in your hands as you finish reading the violent recount of Gyutaro's death.
Before you came here you were angry towards him but now you don't know how to feel. Of course, his past isn't an excuse for his behavior. But you still can't help but feel sorry for him.
He was so young. And he left behind his family, including his little sister who he seemed to be close to. You can't imagine the pain she went through - seeing her older brother die right in front of her eyes. And at such a young age too.
Gyutaro had his whole life ahead of him, but it was snatched away from him due to someone else's recklessness. And according to this article, the driver who hit Gyutaro was never found. For all you know, they could be living a happy life, while the Shabana family had their lives shattered.
It's not fair.
After spending hours at the library you finally go home. You know Gyutaro is around by the chill air that seems to travel around the room.
Despite you trying to keep your cool, Gyutaro can sense that something is off.
"Y/N?" he finally shows himself, "The hell is up with you?"
When you look at his face, all of the emotions you felt while reading that article hit you again. The sadness, the anger, the yearning to comfort him.
You don't need to say anything for him to know what happened, he can tell just by looking at your face.
"I don't need your pity," he rasps.
"Gyutaro, I'm sorry-"
"Save it!" he shouts, "What happened to me is none of your goddamn business."
His voice is harsh, but his watery eyes give away what he's feeling inside as the painful memories of that day return.
June 1st, 2004 was the day he got accepted into University with plans of majoring in marine biology. His parents were so proud of him. And he was so proud of himself, he felt like he was finally on the right track. All he ever wanted was to make his family proud.
That afternoon, he went outside to play with his little sister. There weren't many kids around her age in the neighborhood, so he would often play with her. He didn't have many friends himself, so he didn't mind. Ume was the only friend he needed.
They were drawing pictures on the sidewalk in front of their house.
"Look, it's us!" his sister chimes as she points to two stick figures. One has long white hair and the other has black spots on its face.
"Heh, that looks just like me! Who taught you to draw like that?" Gyutaro smiles.
"Onii-chan!" Ume chirps as she crawls into her big brother's arms and gives him a hug.
Hugging his little sister was the last happy moment he had.
Gyutaro saw something barreling towards them and he instinctually pushed his sister away.
It was a miracle he didn't die instantly.
Surprisingly he doesn't remember the pain he felt as blood filled his lungs and spilled out of his mouth and nose.
All he remembers is Ume's screams.
A tear rolls down Gyutaro's cheek as he recalls the memory.
"Look, I've been trapped in this house for 20 years," he mutters, "I just wanted to have a little fun. But I know it was wrong... and I'm sorry. You won't have to worry about me coming around anymore."
And with that final statement, he disappears.
No matter how much you plea and say you're not angry with him, he doesn't return.
It really begins to sink in after a few days pass and there's no sign of Gyutaro. You talk to the air, hoping that he can hear you, but to no avail.
You thought ridding your home of the ghost boy would have made your life easier, but all you can think about is how much you miss him. Sure he was aggravating at times but he had a playfulness about him that brightened up your home despite him being a ghost.
He was also super horny all the time. And you pretended to hate it, but deep down you enjoyed it. For the first time in your life, someone was feral for you and it felt good to be desired like that.
It's clear now that his intentions were never bad. He just got so excited when you moved in that he couldn't help himself. Being isolated for twenty years makes you forget how to act around a girl you're crushing on.
You miss him. All you want to do is bring comfort to him in the afterlife but no matter how hard you try he still doesn't appear.
But you have a devious idea. If anything can draw him out of hiding it would be this.
First, you rid yourself of your clothes, and then you go into your bedroom and dig out those old porn magazines you found when you first moved in.
You grab one that seems less abused than the others, and sit on your bed with your back rested against the headboard. Making sure to spread your legs slightly.
The lights in the room begin to flicker and the temperature decreases until you can see your breath in the air.
You knew he couldn't resist the temptation.
"H-Hey!" he shouts, "I told you not to touch my shit!" He snatches the porno out of your hands.
He's just putting on a tough act, pretending to only care about the magazine. But his cheeks are flushed pink and he can't help but glance at your body.
"Sorry, I thought you wouldn't mind if I used them," you blush, covering your body with your hands as the cold hair surrounding him gives you goosebumps.
"Well um, I guess I don't mind as long as you don't crease the pages," he says shyly, still trying not to stare.
"Thanks, I promise I won't," you smile and take the magazine back.
He watches in awe as you begin to touch yourself while looking through the magazine. So distracted by the scene in front of him that he just sits there staring like a weirdo, not speaking or moving an inch.
"Uh, earth to Gyutaro?"
"Wh-what?" he clears his throat, "Oh heh, sorry I'll give you your privacy." He disappears into thin air but you know he's still there.
Honestly, it was cute seeing him get so flustered when before he acted so cocky. Now that you're alone and he can't manipulate you as easily, he melts from your attention. Finally, you can see through the act.
You continue to touch yourself, moaning softly and putting on a show for him. It's obvious he didn't actually leave as you can feel the cold air moving around you. Maybe he's secretly pleasuring himself too.
The magazine is just a prop at this point, the only reason you're so wet is because you know Gyutaro is watching.
Ditching the magazine, you get more comfortable and lay on your back. Spreading your legs wider to allow better access for your fingers and a better view for Gyutaro.
You pick up the pace, rubbing your clit and rolling your hips. Gyutaro feels like he's gonna fucking lose it when he sees your tight walls fluttering around nothing, but he tries to control himself. However, you do feel the cold air shift above you.
"Ah," you moan softly, "I wish someone was inside of me right now..."
Almost instantly Gyutaro manifests. But you're surprised to see he's already positioned on top of you, his aching cock already lined up to your entrance.
Your eyes meet, his glowing inhuman orbs scream of loneliness - begging for your affection.
Placing your hand on his cheek, you pull him in for a kiss. Softly pressing your lips against his. His skin is cool to the touch and leaves a tingling sensation on your body.
Gyutaro happily accepts the kiss and slowly slides into you at the same time.
You gasp, feeling the unusual coldness enter you. It feels good but also so unnatural at the same time.
"Holy shit, you're tight," he groans with a big smile on his face.
Finally, after 20 years of death, Gyutaro has lost his virginity.
Getting excited, he begins to thrust quickly and sporadically. The sensation is indescribable. It's like he's able to push deeper than he should, forcing his semi-physical cock to literally go through you when he thrusts too hard.
He glides through your gummy walls, pushes past your cervix, and into your womb. It causes your body to tremble and your legs to give out. But Gyutaro doesn't mind, he keeps a firm grip on you as he fucks you senseless.
"Ngh Y/N - your guts feel so good," he groans, pushing further into uncharted areas of your body.
You can't even manage a proper response as you get your insides rearranged. "G-Gyu! Pl-ease, ah-ah!"
"H-Hurry up and cum already," he growls, "Feels too good!"
He clenches his eyes shut, trying desperately to hold it in. But he just can't help it, being more than balls deep in your guts is too much for him to handle. And he's left emptying his load inside of you.
You can't stop your body from climaxing with him as you feel the ice-cold sting as the sticky white substance fills your insides. Shooting all throughout your body as each splatter causes a wave of pleasure. It feels like ice melting inside of you as you lay there in pure bliss.
"Holy shit," Gyutaro mumbles as his body begins to glow, "I think I'm ascending!"
"Wh-what?!" your eyes widen and you're brought out of the blissful state you were in, "Are you serious?!"
"Haha, no," he laughs as his skin returns to normal, "I'm just fucking with you."
You roll your eyes and punch his shoulder but your hand goes right through him.
"You only touch me when I want you to touch me," he snickers, back to his usual mischievous behavior. But honestly, you can't even be mad. You're just happy to have him back. "You have a lot to learn about me, Y/N," he smirks.
"I should have known better," you smile and open your arms, wanting to hug him, "I missed you, Gyutaro."
He allows it and hugs you tightly, falling back onto the bed with you. It dawns on him that this is the first hug he's felt in 20 years.
"I ain't going anywhere, ok?" he smiles softly, nuzzling into your hair, "You're stuck with me from now on."
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whisperhug97 · 11 months ago
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⛧ 𝐌𝐫𝐬. 𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐚'𝐬 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 For kinktober this year, the overall theme will be monster fucking! Each week there will be three chapters for each monster au and this masterlist will be updated as chapters are released. I worked really hard to create everything for this year's kinktober, so I hope you all enjoy it! Comments and reblogs are greatly appreciated!
✥ All entries will be Gyutaro x female!reader ✥ 18+ MDNI. All kinktober entries contain smut and possibly dark content ✥ The TV screens will change as each character is revealed! ✥ All entries will be posted here as well as AO3 ✥ All artwork is done by me, do not copy or repost
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𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐊 𝐎𝐍𝐄 ⛧ 𝑮𝑯𝑶𝑺𝑻!𝑮𝒀𝑼𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑶
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━━°⌜ Chapter Two ⌟°━━
━━°⌜ Chapter Three ⌟°━━
Featured Kinks ⇢ Exhibitionism, voyeurism, humiliation, sadism/masochism Synopsis ⇢ Strange occurrences start happening in your new home. Someone's been watching you. And once he reveals himself he's going to make your life a living hell. But hey, can you blame him? After being alone in this house for decades, a cute girl moved in. He just can't help himself.
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𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐊 𝐓𝐖𝐎 ⛧ 𝑾𝑬𝑹𝑬𝑾𝑶𝑳𝑭!𝑮𝒀𝑼𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑶
━━°⌜ Chapter One ⌟°━━
━━°⌜ Chapter Two ⌟°━━
━━°⌜ Chapter Three ⌟°━━
Featured Kinks ⇢ Hunter/prey, size difference, breeding, biting/marking, knotting Synopsis ⇢ ???
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𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐊 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄 ⛧ 𝒁𝑶𝑴𝑩𝑰𝑬!𝑮𝒀𝑼𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑶
━━°⌜ Chapter One ⌟°━━
━━°⌜ Chapter Two ⌟°━━
━━°⌜ Chapter Three ⌟°━━
Featured Kinks ⇢ ??? Synopsis ⇢ ???
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𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐊 𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐑 ⛧ 𝑽����𝑴𝑷𝑰𝑹𝑬!𝑮𝒀𝑼𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑶
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━━°⌜ Chapter Three ⌟°━━
Featured Kinks ⇢ ??? Synopsis ⇢ ???
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@ 𝐌𝐑𝐒𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐀 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒 ⸝⸝ All rights reserved. Do not steal, modify, or translate any of my work. Uploading my work on other platforms is prohibited.
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I HAVE SOMETHING TO LOOK FORWARD TO IN LIFE!
Ok, so you all had a lot of good suggestions! I'm going to go with what I think would be the most fun for me to write and that I feel I can be creative with.
I'm going to be writing Gyutaro x reader in a Monster au. And the monster type will change each week! I will post 3 chapters each week. For example ~
Week one - Vampire!Gyutaro x Reader
Monday - Chapter 1 (1-2k words) Wednesday - Chapter 2 (1-2k words) Friday - Chapter 3 (1-2k words)
This is just an example of how I want to format it. So far for the au's I'm thinking vampire, werewolf, ghost, and zombie. Though I'm open to changing them so if you have any suggestions let me know!
I think doing things this way will be more enjoyable for me because I really enjoy creating stories and lore and not just solely focusing on smut. Though there will still be smut of course. 🤭
(Also on a side note the next chapter of Your Biggest Fan will be out before Kinktober starts)
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whisperhug97 · 11 months ago
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With this hand I will lift your sorrows. Your cup will never empty, for I will be your wine. With this candle, I will light your way in darkness. With this ring, I ask you to be mine~
I love Corpse Bride, guys, and I love Gyutaro and it just so happened that I wanted to combine both!
What a lovely Corpse Groom! I actually made a bot of him on c.ai!
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( if you want to access my c.ai bots just search Vinegar_Drinker and my profile should pop up. I have Beauty and the beast Gyutaro bot as well! Enjoy!)
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I'M THE ASK OF THE YEAR! YAY ME! 😄
This request can go on the back burner, but an idea struck me with the force of a ton of bricks when I say your post about incel Gyutaro.
What about a little story where Gyutaro is trying to join a fraternity, to impress girls, and it's hazing time~ They make the pledges strip down to their boxers and wear blindfolds. The frat guys got a bunch of pretty girls together to write on their bodies with washable markers. Compliments or insults. The one with the most compliments from different girls joins tonight, and the one with the least has to walk home in his underwear. The others just get their clothes back and can stay at the party.
Reader is heartbroken by the amount of insults on Gyutaro's body with no compliments. So she puts on red lipstick and kisses all of his birthmarks! And writes in the lipstick. He's still losing, but he definitely won't mind as much anymore. Also, I feel like this is a mouthful if you don't wanna post my ask, itself, that's fine.
𝐈𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐥 𝐆𝐲𝐮𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐨 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫
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꒦꒷‧₊ Summary Gyutaro thinks joining a fraternity will help him impress girls, but it results in him getting hazed and utterly humiliated. Though you end up making it all worth it. Maybe it did help him impress girls after all. ꒦꒷‧₊ Content Gyutaro x female!reader, smut, MDNI, incel Gyutaro, college au, angst, humiliation, hazing, vaginal sex, creampie, premature ejaculation ꒦꒷‧₊ Note 2.6k words. THIS MIGHT BE THE BEST ASK I'VE SEEN ALL YEAR. I KID YOU NOT - AS SOON AS I SAW THIS I'VE BEEN THINKING ABOUT IT EVERY MOMENT SINCE. This ended up being some of my best writing, thank you so much for this request ♡
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You've seen some crazy shit since you've joined a sorority but nothing quite like this. It's nothing new that the fraternity guys on Greek row like holding strange events and wild parties. But you never thought they'd invite you and some of your fellow sorority members over to haze some rookies.
A line of almost naked men stand before you, blindfolded and in nothing but their boxers. You and the other girls are tasked with writing comments about their appearance on their bodies with a marker. Compliments or insults, both are encouraged.
Most of them just look like your everyday frat boy, with lots of them having abs and large muscles. The only one that stands out is the guy at the end. You can already tell he doesn't belong in this crowd by how pale he is. Not spending the summer drinking beers at the lake and getting a nice tan? Who the hell is this guy? He looks like the type that stays inside all day playing video games and watching hentai.
And that's not all - his body stands out in many other ways as well. He's really skinny and his hip bones protrude in an unnatural way. Not to mention the large ink-like birthmarks that are scattered across his body.
However, even though he looks different, you don't have a negative impression of him. All you thought when you first saw him was, "Huh, that guy doesn't look like the kind of guy to join a frat."
As you go down the line you write nice comments on each man's body, not having the heart to write anything negative and possibly hurt someone's feelings. You always felt bad for the guys that get hazed so you could never bring yourself to make it worse for them. However, when you get to the skinny guy, you are utterly shocked by what you see.
Littered all over his body are mean and cruel insults. You felt sick to your stomach as you read them.
"Disgusting"
"Freak"
"Incel"
"Virgin"
One girl even wrote, "Ew, why are you even here?" while another wrote, "I rather die than sleep with you lol."
You understand that he has an unconventional appearance but it certainly does not warrant all of these hateful comments. It breaks your heart to see that not even a single girl has said something nice about him.
You can't even imagine the amount of courage it must have taken him to stand up here like this. Only to get shot down and made fun of? You won't stand for it.
He flinches as he feels your delicate, manicured hands touch his chest. Then he feels something creamy and soft glide along his body, it feels different from the markers he's felt so far.
You decide to write some nice comments in your favorite red lipstick.
"So hot!"
"Cutie ;)"
But you feel like it isn't enough so you put a layer of the vibrant shade on your lips, then begin to kiss the birthmarks on his body.
His breath hitches and his face turns red when he feels you kiss him. Starting with his cheek and going all the way down to the mark on his hip. Everyone stares at you with confused faces as they watch you adore the "ugliest" guy in the lineup. But honestly, you don't care, you think he's hot as hell.
However, you feel like it's not enough so you write, "CALL ME!" in large letters on his chest followed by your phone number.
As all of the girls finish up leaving their comments for the guys, they are finally allowed to take off their blindfolds and read the messages on their bodies.
When he removes his blindfold you can't help but smile seeing how cute he is, and not to mention those beautiful blue eyes.
The self-proclaimed leader of the hazing committee, Tengen Uzui, reads the comments out loud.
Of course, the insults on Gyutaro's body sting. Especially since they are so harsh and he received a lot more than everyone else. But the bright red compliments are what's keeping him afloat. Almost making him not give a fuck about what any of the other girls had to say. Of course, there is a part of him that thinks this could be a cruel trick to get his hopes up. But honestly, after going so many years without a girl even looking in his direction, he can't help but get excited. After all, this is the first time he's ever gotten a girl's phone number.
He looks around the room, trying to see who the culprit could be. There are a few girls wearing red lipstick so he's not entirely sure who it could be.
"Looks like you'll be walking home, Gyutaro!" Tengen announced loudly, "And I'll be keeping these!" He laughs as he snatches Gyutaro's clothes - forcing him to walk home shamefully in nothing but his boxers.
He feels a wave of embarrassment wash over him as everyone stares and laughs. Just wanting to get out of there as quickly as possible, he nods and walks towards the door.
"Wait!" You shout as you run towards him, taking off your shirt and jeans. Once you're down to your bra and panties you say, "Let's go together."
His eyes widen as he looks you up and down, his face as red as a tomato. The party goes completely silent, the girls stare at you with confusion and a hint of disgust. While the guys stare at Gyutaro with envy, wishing that they were in his place.
"Well, come on," you say, breaking the silence.
Gyutaro gives you a shaky nod and opens the door for you, following you out.
Once outside the frat house, he really doesn't know what to say, at a complete loss for words. A half-naked girl is walking home with him right now, and not just any girl, you're a solid ten.
His perverted self may be too focused on your appearance right now, but a part of him does recognize how nice it was of you to do that for him so he didn't feel so embarrassed. You literally took off your clothes so you could endure his hazing punishment with him. No one's ever been so kind to him before - especially not a woman.
He keeps looking at your tits, trying not to be obvious about it but he can't help himself. He loves boobs!! He always has and he's never been so close to them before. Honestly, it's a miracle he isn't sporting a massive hard-on right now. The cold breeze hitting his exposed skin is the only thing keeping it at bay.
"Um... thanks," he rasps quietly, barely mustering the courage to speak to you at all, "What's your name?"
"Oh, my name's Y/N. And don't mention it," you smile, "No one deserves to be treated that way."
"... so you did it out of pity?" he frowns.
"Not at all! I-I didn't mean it like that!"
"Then what did you mean?"
"Well... I think you're really cute. Nerdy shy guys like you have always been my type," you express your feelings with a hint of embarrassment, "And just because you don't look like the other guys doesn't mean that warrants bullying."
Gyutaro blushes deeply, too shy and flattered to respond. So you continue.
"Don't join the frat, Gyutaro. You won't be happy there, they'll just make you an outcast because you're different. I really hope you change your mind about it." You hope your words won't offend him, but it's the honest truth. A guy like him doesn't belong in a frat and deep down he knows that.
Gyutaro hates everyone in that frat, he finds them annoying and idiotic. He only wanted to join in the first place because he's so desperate to get laid and he knows those types of guys pull chicks left and right.
"Alright, I won't join. But only if you have sex with me," he states with a confidence he hasn't had all night.
"Wh-what?!" You gasp, almost certain you must not have heard him correctly.
"I only wanted to join that stupid fraternity to get laid. You're the first girl that's ever been interested in me. So if you sleep with me then I'll know I can get laid without needing the frat."
At a loss for words, you stare at him with wide eyes as the two of you stand outside of his dorm building.
You're no saint, so sex isn't something you aren't used to. But you also wouldn't consider yourself the type to sleep with a guy you barely know either. This is still weird for you. But is it too weird for you?
Obviously not because you feel butterflies form in your stomach and a moistness develop in your panties as you think about it. He is really cute, and he does have a point. If you sleep with him maybe it will boost his confidence. And who knows, maybe after tonight you could get closer to him. Being a virgin and all, he doesn't seem like the type to just dip and skip.
"Ok, you have a deal," you smile shyly and take his hand, "This is your dorm building right?"
His jaw drops, not expecting you to have agreed. "Y-Yeah," he stutters.
"Let's hurry before anyone catches us!" Dragging him inside, the two of you sneak up to his room without being noticed.
Once inside you get clear confirmation that Gyutaro is the exact kind of guy you thought he was. Clothes and empty energy drink cans were strewn about his room. The air smells like a mix of body odor and G Fuel. On his desk is a nice looking PC gaming setup. Equip with neon lights and an RTX 3090. And you aren't surprised to see a bottle of lotion on his desk. And beside it is an nsfw figurine of some anime character that looks vaguely similar to you. Maybe you are his type after all.
Gyutaro doesn't bother cleaning up or even apologizing for the mess, it's like he doesn't even care. He just turns on some colored lights and sits on the bed. Now that he's out of the cold and inside the comfort of his own dorm, you can see his erection quickly growing under his boxers.
"Well? Don't tell me you're gonna chicken out now," he scowls.
"No! I'm not chickening out! I'm actually really excited..." you sit beside him and caress his thigh.
Immediately you can see his member twitch beneath the thin fabric of his boxers. He had this nonchalant act going on, but now it's crumbling down and he's a complete mess.
"C-Can I touch them?" he mutters as he stares down at your chest.
"Sure, let me help you," you say as you unhook your bra and throw it to the side. His eyes widen and he has to stop himself from drooling.
Like instinct, his hands go to your breasts and he starts feeling and playing with them. It's obvious he's never done this before because his hands are shaky and he's handling them roughly. But he's just so excited!
"Woah," he says in awe, "These are awesome..."
Even though he's a bit rough and inexperienced, it still feels good. The way his bony fingers squeeze and prod, along with how he runs his fingers over your nipples with curiosity.
"Gyutaro..." you whisper as you caress his cheek and pull him closer, "Come here." Pulling him into a heated kiss, it's obvious he doesn't know what to do. But you try your best to guide him.
He whimpers into the kiss as you slide your tongue into his mouth. He tries to reciprocate but he's quite sloppy.
Despite that, it still sends him to cloud nine. Not only is this his first kiss but he also gets to touch tits at the same time. It's so overwhelming for him that he feels like he's already going to cum.
Hastily shoving his hand down his boxers, he grabs the base of his cock and squeezes tightly - desperately trying to stop himself from cumming. He pulls away from the kiss and says, "T-Take off your panties, I-I wanna fuck you already."
With a devious smirk, you spread your legs as you remove your panties, showing him how wet you are. Gyutaro gulps, staring at you like a starving animal.
"I'm ready for you, Gyu," you coo as you lay on your back, completely submitting to him.
"Wait um... can we try doggy style?"
You're kind of surprised by his request but you don't mind so you flip over and get on your hands and knees.
Gyutaro would actually love to watch your face contort as he fucks you, but he chose doggy style because he doesn't want you to see him while he does it. Even after everything you've said to him his insecurities are still there. And a part of him fears that if you see his dick then you'll change your mind about this. He's not the biggest, but he definitely isn't small either. The size is actually really nice, but he's so insecure that he can't see that. But the worst part is the birthmarks, he feels like his dick looks like he has some type of venereal disease even though he doesn't. So he figures it'd be best if you just didn't see it at all.
Once you're in the doggy position he feels comfortable enough to pull down his boxers. You feel the sticky, leaking tip nudge against you as he positions himself.
His brows furrow in frustration as he tries to find the right spot, his inexperience showing.
"Here, let me help you," you say in a sweet tone as to not upset him or sound judgmental. Though he's still a bit embarrassed anyway.
Reaching between your legs, you grasp his shaft and gently guide him inside of you. Once he's an inch or two inside, he gets too excited and fully thrusts forward. Jolting his needy cock into your gummy walls. You yelp in response while Gyutaro moans loudly.
"F-Fuck... ngh Y/N, you feel so goddamn good," he groans in pleasure as he tightens his grasp on your hips.
After a moment of stillness, he starts thrusting when he feels like he won't cum immediately. But it's not long before that sensation comes back.
Only after a few thrusts, do you feel a warmth spread inside of you as you feel Gyutaro's thighs begin to shake.
"Did you- did you cum?" Surprised, you look back at him to see the blissful expression on his face.
But your words quickly snap him out of it, "Shit... m'sorry," he pants, obviously feeling ashamed and embarrassed, "I-I didn't mean to cum so fast."
He quickly shoves his dick back in his boxers, trying to hide his shame as he hangs his head and refuses to look you in the eye. The only chance he got to have sex, he ruined it by cumming too fast like the incel that everyone says he is. He looks down at the writing on his body, starting to feel like all of those insults from earlier are justified.
Seeing the shift in his mood, you quickly put your panties back on and hug him. "Hey it's ok, it was your first time. That just means we'll have to do it more so you can get used to it."
"R-Really? You don't think I'm pathetic...?" he whimpers in disbelief.
"Of course not, I still had a lot of fun," you smile and kiss his cheek, "Maybe I can stay the night and we can try again in the morning."
"I'd fucking love that."
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