𝐌𝐫𝐬. 𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐚 𓆩♡𓆪 twenty-five ⸝⸝ she/her ⸝⸝ Gyutaro's wife ⸝⸝ mainly a Gyutaro focused blog
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Synopsis ✦ This is the first year that your university is allowing monsterfolk to take classes with humans. And that is where you'll meet your future werewolf boyfriend, Gyutaro.
Content ✦ Gyutaro x female!reader, 18+ MDNI, smut, vaginal sex, creampie, oral, size difference, modern au, college au, Gyutaro is a werewolf
Note ✦ 2.1k words. The final chapter is here! Sorry it's a little bit late, I've been sick. But I hope you enjoy the finale to this story. And thank you for reading! ♡
✧:･ﾟ→ Chapter one ✧:･ﾟ→ Chapter two ✧:･ﾟ→ Chapter three ✧:･ﾟ→ Chapter four
You can tell that he’s holding back. Trying not to let his instincts take control. Trying not to scare the only girl who’s ever given him a chance.
His body trembles as he gently picks you up and places you on his bed, crawling on top of you and making sure you’re comfortable beneath him.
“Play it cool… you got this. She wants this just as much as you do! Wait… she’s gonna see my fucked up looking dick. WAIT! SHE’S ALREADY SEEN MY DICK AND SHE STILL WANTS TO FUCK! Holy shit, I love this girl…” his inner thoughts run rampant as he tries to mentally prepare himself.
He begins kissing your neck, gently nipping and biting your skin with his sharp teeth as a way to distract himself. Trying not to go too far too fast.
This is the first time that Gyutaro has ever had sex. And the only sexual experience he’s had was when you gave him a hand job that one time. Sure, there are many instincts within him that are telling him how he should be having sex with you. But he knows that you’re human and fragile. Having sex with an over 7 foot tall werewolf in the middle of his rut is as dangerous as it gets. And yes, he does want to rearrange your insides, but he wants to do it safely and when you’re ready.
It’s quite obvious to you that he’s holding back right now. You know you shouldn’t, but you like the danger of being with a deadly creature like him. A creature that humans have feared since the beginning of time. Something about having a towering werewolf trying to control his urges around you gets you just as worked up as he is.
So, you tightly wrap your legs around his hips and pull him flush against you until you can feel his aching erection press firmly between your legs. So long that you can feel it twitching against your stomach.
He growls in response, deepening the kiss and slowly rolling his hips between your legs, trying to gauge your reaction. When you softly moan his name in response, he knows he has permission to go further.
With a clawed finger, he trails his large hand down your body. Squeezing your breast, grazing his claws against your stomach, and going down to your hips where he grabs the waistband of your pajama pants and pulls them down along with your panties. He tries to be smooth with it, but he’s a little clumsy. Even more so when he hurriedly takes off his pants too. His tail getting in the way because it won’t stop whipping side to side in pure excitement.
You notice him staring between your legs, frozen with his ears perked up. He’s so quiet that you begin to think that something is wrong.
“Um… is everything ok?”
“Hm…? Oh y-yeah! Sorry uh…” he pauses and stares again, “I just really wanna taste you…”
Immediately, your face flushes red, caught off guard by his sudden admission.
“O-Oh! … I don’t mind. I think that’d be nice,” you shyly admit, feeling flustered that he seems to want it so eagerly.
He’s giddy with excitement when you agree. Gently placing his large hands on your thighs, holding them apart so he can lower his head between your legs. He starts by giving a few tentative licks, his tongue feeling warm and larger than you expected as it glides over your pussy.
With a groan he pushes deeper, sliding his tongue between your folds, savoring the taste, and giving extra attention to your clit. He doesn’t really know what he’s doing, not having any technique or pattern. But his enthusiasm makes it feel phenomenal. He’s genuinely enjoying the taste of you, wanting to explore every inch of your delicate pussy on his tongue. Eating you out like he’s starving and you’re a full course meal.
It’s not long before you're moaning his name and tugging on his hair. Squirming beneath him as he holds you down, groaning into you.
“Ah!” You squeal when you feel yourself about to orgasm, “w-wait Gyu!”
He begrudgingly stops, wanting to keep eating you out, but he obeys his sweet little human when she tells him to stop.
Your legs tremble as you slowly back away from him. A confused look on his face as he watches you squirm around. But when you turn around and position yourself on your hands and knees, he understands what you want.
“Please,” you whimper, “fuck me, Gyu.”
You hear him growl behind you as he grabs your waist and pulls you against him. Until your back is firmly pressed against his chest and you feel his aching cock twitching between your thighs.
“Are you sure, Y/N?” He rasps, his voice low and sultry, “I’m warning you. I might not be able to control myself…”
The rawness in his voice makes you shudder, the heat pooling between your legs getting needier by the second.
“I-I know,” you stutter, “but I don’t care. I want you anyway…”
Knowing that he’s new to this, you take initiative and help guide him into you. Reaching back and under yourself, you grab his shaft and position him at your entrance. Even with your assistance, he still has trouble entering you.
With shaky hands he holds onto your hips, thrusting forward. But he’s met with a lot of resistance.
Tentatively, he pushes harder. Watching closely to see how you react, not wanting to hurt you. Knowing full well that a human isn’t meant to take his monstrous size.
With a deep growl he’s finally able to push forward, the tip of his cock splitting you apart. Entering you feels like heaven, so unbelievably tight and warm, better than anything that he could ever have imagined. He’s slow pushing forward, taking his time and letting you adjust to him.
It stings, but it’s a discomfort you welcome. Being too horny to really care about the pain you feel right now. When he finally bottoms out you feel like you’re going to pass out. His claws dig into the soft flesh of your hips as he starts thrusting.
Immediately your eyes roll to the back of your head and you’re sent to a place of euphoria. At first it hurt, but now the pleasure is too overwhelming to be able to feel anything else.
The room is quickly filled with the sounds of your desperate moans and gasps for air, his raspy growls, and the slapping of moist skin. His heavy balls hang low, full of the seed that he so desperately wants to fill you with, slapping against your thighs as he thrusts forward. Harder, harder, and harder. Surely now you must have bruises forming on your thighs and claw marks on your hips.
His growls turn into snarls, wild and feral. He leans forward as he fucks you ruthlessly. Nuzzling into your hair and deeply inhaling your scent.
“So fuckin’ tight baby. So fuckin’ perfect,” he growls, punctuating his words with deep thrusts, “My perfect little human… you hear that? You’re mine… and everyone’s gonna know it when I’m done with you.”
You try to respond, try to tell him that you’re his. But all that comes out is incoherent mumbling. He’s fucking you too hard for you to form any semblance of a sentence. So he continues as he gets lost in the pleasure of your perfect human body.
“Gonna fill you up so good baby… fuck I got so much for you, dunno if you’ll be able to take it all. But you’ll try right, baby? You’ll take my cum like a good girl, eh?”
His words shock you, but only turn you on more. A testament to how crazy he is about you. Usually he’s quite shy around you, maybe even a bit timid. Always nervous that he’ll be too rough or scare you off. But now, he’s too horny to care about anything other than filling his human up with his cum.
“G-Gyu,” you whimper, barely able to speak, “pl-ease…”
He growls loudly, losing his composure for a moment as he feels you tighten around him, knowing you’re just as close as he is. He tries to hold out, thrusting harder, going deeper, pushing you past your limits until you’re left a gushing, trembling mess.
Your walls clamp down on him, making it feel even tighter than before. So tight that he can’t even properly thrust out of you anymore.
He wraps his arms around your waist, holding you up until you are flush against him and no longer touching the bed. Holding you almost like a personal sex toy, he buries himself as deep into you as possible. The silhouette of his cock bulging in your stomach. His balls, swollen and covered in your juices, are pressed firmly against you. They pulsate as they pump loads of seed through his cock and into your awaiting womb.
He groans in ecstasy, holding you tightly while he fills you up. Emptying so much cum inside of you that your belly begins to swell and both of you feel light headed. He’s pumping you for at least sixty seconds until he’s finally run dry.
By now, you’ve gone limp in his arms. Your body completely wrecked from his aggressive mating.
Finally, he feels satiated. The pain of the full moon gone at last, as his pretty little human sacrificed her body to make him feel better.
He’s gentle as he lays you back down on the bed. Grabbing a nearby towel and using it to clean up the mess that spills out of you once he finally pulls out. Both of you wince when he does, feeling incredibly sensitive.
After cleaning his mess, he tucks you into his bed and joins you under the covers.
He smiles and hides his face in the crook of your neck, suddenly feeling a little embarrassed, “Can I tell you something, Y/N…?”
You smile weakly, on the verge of exhaustion, “Of course.”
“When I was a kid, the elders in our pack used to go on and on about how werewolves can find their soulmates. Kinda like a special intuition, I guess… It’s called imprinting. Basically, it’s like love at first sight, and when we meet our mate for life, we have a special bond with ‘em,” he scoffs under his breath and holds you tighter, “I used to think it was bullshit. But when I met you, I knew it was true…”
“Gyu…” you mutter, at a loss for words. You don’t know much about werewolf culture, but you know this is very important.
“You humans are weird with relationships. So I don’t wanna scare you off or somethin’... but I’m just tryna be true to myself. Goddammit, this is hard… what I’m trying to say is… I love you. And I already imprinted on you, so you'd better get used to me.”
You can’t help but chuckle to yourself, finding him so cute. He’s trying his best and he’s being honest, that’s what matters most to you. It’s true that humans don’t really get this close this fast, if he was a human you’d probably think he was taking it too far. But you respect his differences, and you know he’s not taking this lightly so you won’t either.
“I love you too, Gyutaro. I really do… and thank you for sharing that with me,” you say as you nuzzle into his chest, “I want to learn everything about you.”
“Alright, lesson one. You’re my mate now, so I gotta take care of you,” he starts licking all over your face, “That means cleaning you up and leavin’ my scent all over you so everyone knows you’re mine.”
“Haha, Gyu stop! You made that up!” You laugh and playfully try to push him away, his licking tickling you too much.
“Nuh uh! I’m dead serious! Stop squirmin’ around!” he wrestles with you, trying to hold you down so he can lick you properly.
The two of you roll around together, laughing and giggling. But you’re quick to give up, too tired to try to fight off a 7 foot werewolf. He holds you close, and lovingly licks your face. His tail wagging so hard you can hear it thumping against the bed.
Your relationship with Gyutaro isn’t conventional. And tonight definitely proved that. But you don’t mind. Tonight could have been a disaster, usually a human and a werwolf on a full moon don’t mix. But somehow it managed to be the happiest night of your life.
Synopsis ✦ This is the first year that your university is allowing monsterfolk to take classes with humans. And that is where you'll meet your future werewolf boyfriend, Gyutaro.
Content ✦ Gyutaro x female!reader, 18+ MDNI, sexual themes, size difference, modern au, college au, Gyutaro is a werewolf
Note ✦ 1.6k words. Smut will be happening in the next chapter! Hope you enjoy the build-up before the finale ♡
✧:･ﾟ→ Chapter one ✧:･ﾟ→ Chapter two ✧:･ﾟ→ Chapter three
You knew dating a werewolf would be different than dating a human, but you never anticipated that it’d be quite like this.
The past couple of weeks of having Gyutaro as your boyfriend have been absolutely insane. Like how any time another man is in your vicinity, he growls and becomes very possessive. Especially if it’s another werewolf. There have been a few close calls where he’s almost caused a fight.
Or like last week when you ate lunch with him on campus. When he didn’t finish his food he dug a hole, put the leftover food in it, and said he was saving it for later. Definitely not something that a human boyfriend would do.
Most of Gyutaro’s quirks have been strange but overall cute and sweet. But lately he’s been acting differently. More on edge, more aggressive around other werewolves, and much much more possessive over you. You’ve even had to stop him a few times when he’s tried to lick you in class. Sometimes he’ll start biting you, not very hard, but hard enough to leave indentations in your skin. Not to mention his scent, the natural musk that lingers around him no matter how many times he showers. It’s been much stronger and smells particularly sweet. Sometimes, you find yourself leaning closer just to smell him.
It didn’t click until you looked at the calendar and realized the full moon was coming. You don’t know the details, but you do know that werewolves become extremely dangerous during a full moon. However, thinking of Gyutaro going through such a painful and vulnerable experience all by himself makes you feel bad for him. You know it’s probably stupid, but you want to be there with him when the full moon comes.
But your fantasy of being with him during the full moon was shattered when you received a text from Gyutaro.
The next night, Gyutaro prepared for the full moon like he always did. Right before sunset, he told his roommates not to bother him and locked himself in his room, using three extra deadbolts to make sure he stayed in.
Then he double-checks his mini fridge, looking over the stockpile of meat and water bottles inside. “This should be enough to hold my appetite at bay…” he says to himself.
Finally, he drinks a cup of wolfsbane tea. It helps lessen the side effects of the full moon. It won’t make his feral instincts go away completely, but it will help him have more control over himself so he doesn’t lose himself completely.
Since it’s a full moon, the security on campus is tripled and there are measures put into place to make sure students are safe.
As the sun begins to set and the full moon begins to rise, Gyutaro feels himself losing control. He growls and clenches his fists as the veins all over his body bulge under his skin. His eyes go wild and he grinds his teeth, drool dripping from his lips. He feels an excruciating pain flow through his veins as all of his senses go into overdrive.
“Ngh… why is it so bad this time…” he mutters, “And why do I smell her everywhere…”
Sniffing the air only makes it worse. Your scent is so strong, it’s almost like you’re in the room with him, causing his hormones to flare. Almost immediately, he gets an aching erection. More of an annoyance from his perspective, but he tries to ignore it.
Grabbing the towel by the foot of his bed, Gyutaro bites down on it. Trying to endure the intense pain and emotions he’s feeling right now.
As he closes his eyes tightly, all he can think about is you. And how badly he wants to mount you, spread your legs apart, and breed you all night.
“Fuck! Stop thinking about her!” he snarls, his tail whipping around in discomfort as he tries to control himself.
Clawing at the bedframe, he whimpers in agony. And you can’t take it anymore.
Slowly, you crawl out from under his bed, realizing that maybe this wasn’t a good idea after all.
“Gyu… are you ok?” you say softly as you put your hand on his shoulder.
As soon as you touch him, he whips around and pounces on you, pinning you to the floor. His eyes are wild as he glares down at you. But he doesn’t look angry, maybe a little scary but he actually looks more happy to see you. Immediately, his tail starts wagging and his ears perk up in excitement.
“Y/N?! What the hell are you doing here!?” he rasps, trying to hide the growl in his voice.
You stare wide eyed at the towering, shirtless werewolf holding you down right now. You can’t help but blush as you see him in such a feral state, finding it incredibly attractive. The rasp in his voice combined with the sheen of sweat on his abs and the wild look in his eyes makes your knees go weak.
“I’m sorry! I hid under your bed before you got home… I just wanted to be here with you tonight. But you were right, maybe this wasn’t a good idea…” you sheepishly admit, hoping he won’t be angry with you.
“Fuck…” he pants, trying to stay in control of himself, “I-It’s fine. I’m glad you’re here… I just… I have a lotta uh energy right now, and I don’t want to take it out on you. I don’t want to scare you…”
“You’re so sweet,” you smile and kiss his cheek. “It’s ok babe, I brought a few things that I think could help.”
He cocks his head to the side and gets off of you, allowing you to rummage in your backpack.
“Voila!” You pull out a stuffed lamb toy with a squeaker inside, obviously a dog toy you bought from a pet store.
“Babe… I’m not a dog.”
“I know, I know, but I read online that these toys help dogs with their prey drive or something like that. So maybe it would help you feel a little better!” you squeak the toy, and immediately he perks up. Staring it down.
He insisted he wasn’t a dog, yet as soon as you threw the toy to the other side of the room, he chased it down. Darting across the floor and catching the stuffed toy in his mouth. Biting down and squeaking it over and over.
*Squeak Squeak Squeak Squeak*
You giggle as you watch him go crazy over the toy. Proceeding to rip off its limbs and spread stuffing all over the room. He’s quick to destroy it, but it seems to have helped him calm down a lot.
When he’s done, he looks at you with wide eyes, like he’s embarrassed that you just witnessed him turn into a literal puppy.
“I hate to admit it…” his ears flatten and he looks away, “But I feel a lot better now… I don’t feel the need to murder someone anymore.”
“See! I told you, it would help,” you chuckle and pet the spot behind his ears that he loves. “I also brought you some food. Remember those turkey legs they were selling at that food truck last week?”
He watches in amazement as you pull out four giant turkey legs from a large to-go bag you shoved into your backpack.
“No way…” he mutters, already drooling.
“Go on, it’s all yours,” you chuckle, handing the food over.
He’s quick to dig in. Tearing into the meat like an animal, there are no manners here. But you don’t mind. It actually feels really good watching him eat happily, you can tell that he’s feeling a bit better already. Indulging in his instincts in a way that is fulfilling his needs without being destructive.
After he’s eaten the meat, he chews on the bones too. Snapping them with his teeth and eating them like they are a crunchy snack after the main course. Once all the food is gone, he sniffs around the floor, making sure there aren’t any remnants left over.
“You’re so cute, Gyu,” you laugh as you pet the top of his head, “How do you feel?”
“I feel a lot better,” he blushes, “Thank you… You’re the only person who’s ever tried to help me during a full moon.”
“Of course I want to help you. It hurts when I know you’re in pain,” you lean forward and peck a quick kiss on his lips, leaving him blushing and thumping his tail against the floor.
He still looks feral, but overall, his mood has improved a lot. Though he’s still breathing heavily and looks a bit antsy. Fidgeting a lot and avoiding making direct eye contact with you.
It’s quite obvious that he’s horny out of his mind.
“So…” you say as you move closer to him, “We took care of your urge to kill and your urge to eat. That means there’s only one thing left…”
He blushes, “W-We don’t have to…”
“It’s ok, Gyu,” you lean closer and caress his cheek, “I want to.”
Synopsis ✦ This is the first year that your university is allowing monsterfolk to take classes with humans. And that is where you'll meet your future werewolf boyfriend, Gyutaro.
Content ✦ Gyutaro x female!reader, 18+ MDNI, sexual themes, alcohol, size difference, modern au, college au, Gyutaro is a werewolf
Note ✦ 2.5k words. I should stop procrastinating writing these so late. I'm super tired again haha, but I hope you all enjoy it! ♡
✧:･ﾟ→ Chapter one ✧:･ﾟ→ Chapter two ✧:･ﾟ→ Chapter four
“Gyutaro! Come out of your room, already! The party started an hour ago!” Kaigaku yells as he hammers his fist on his roommate’s door.
“I’m not goin’!” A muffled voice comes from within the locked room.
“Yes, you are!”
“He hasn’t been the same since that girl tickled his pickle,” Douma says as he comes around the corner.
“Hey!” Gyutaro shouts as he slams the door open, “You told him?!”
“I’m sorry! I was just so happy for you, man! You finally went to third base!” Kaigaku grins, nudging his friend’s shoulder.
“Third base? That’s second base for me,” Douma says with a cocky smile.
“Whatever,” Kaigaku rolls his eyes, “Let’s just go already. You’ll probably see her there, y’know. Don’t you want to see her again?”
Gyutaro’s ears flatten and he avoids eye contact, “I do… but things just feel weird now. What if she doesn’t like me anymore?”
“Listen Gyutaro, let me teach you a thing or two about women,” Douma says as he pats Gyutaro’s back, “If a girl touches your dick, then she definitely likes you.”
“Maybe for normal guys, but most people don’t want nothin’ to do with me. She probably just did it to be nice.” He crosses his arms, but his expression softens, “Or worse… what if she just did it because she was scared of me…?”
Kaigaku frowns, knowing that this is deeper than he thought. He shoves Douma to the side and takes his place, putting his arm around Gyutaro and walking with him. “Listen, I’ve seen humans that are afraid of you. Hell, almost every human we’ve met has been afraid of you. But Y/N doesn’t sound like she’s scared. If she was, I don’t think she would have sat next to you in class. And she definitely wouldn’t have asked you to be her partner.”
“I guess…” Gyutaro mumbles, but Kaigaku can tell he isn’t convinced.
“Let’s just go and have a few drinks to get your mind off things, ok?”
“Fine,” Gyutaro reluctantly agrees, his usual scowl returning to his face.
Kaigaku is quick to change the topic of conversation so Gyutaro doesn’t start overthinking again and change his mind. But as the boys make their way to the festival, Kaigaku can’t stop thinking about something that Douma said. He was right about Gyutaro not being the same since that human girl came around.
Gyutaro is usually grumpy, brooding, and has a permanent frown on his face. But lately he’s been more aggressive. Spending more time in his room, eating more voraciously, and even howling in his sleep. But the moment he receives a text from you, it’s like his body has a moment of relief. His shoulders are no longer tense, and his tail wags happily.
Maybe it has something to do with his rut, which usually comes every fall. Kaigaku is used to seeing his friend go through this every year. But something about this year is different, more intense. Maybe it’s because Gyutaro has actually found a potential mate this year.
♡₊˚ 🐺・₊✧🖤.
“WHAT!? YOU GAVE A WEREWOLF A-!!”
Shinobu quickly covers Mitsuri’s mouth with her hand, “Shh!! We’re in public!” She growls, “But seriously… did you actually do it? And here I was thinking Mitsuri was the irresponsible one.”
“Guys, it’s not that serious!” You blush profusely, trying to stay quiet so no one hears you as the three of you walk past fraternity and sorority houses, probably filled with drunk students.
One of the biggest fraternities on campus, the first house to accept both human and monster members, is having a big party tonight. And everyone is invited. But you only wanted to go because Gyutaro said his friends would probably drag him there.
“This is serious!!” Mitsuri squeals in excitement, “Does he have any hot friends!?”
“Oh my god, are these really the questions we should be asking?” Shinobu rolls her eyes in annoyance, “How about you start by telling us a little bit about the guy?”
“Well… his name is Gyutaro,” you blush, “I don’t know if you guys have any classes with him, but he’s really tall. Like really, really tall with black hair.”
“Oh, I think I know who you’re talking about! His sister is the girl with white hair, right? Kinda looks like a super model. She’s in my history class! He always waits outside the lecture hall for her,” Mitsuri says with a smile.
“Maybe?” you reply, “I’ve never met his sister before. Did the guy you saw have birthmarks on his face?”
“Yes, yes! That’s him!” She squeals, “That guy is like, super scary!! How’d you get so close to him?!”
“Haha, he just looks a little scary when he doesn’t smile. But he’s actually really sweet!”
“As long as you’re being careful,” Shinobu says, obviously weary but also wanting to support her friend, “Werewolves are no joke. The most monster-related deaths are from werewolf attacks on full moons. I’m sure Gyutaro is a nice guy… but just be safe, ok?”
“Yeah!” Mitsuri chimes in, “And if he bites you, bite him back!”
The three of you can’t help but laugh. But Shinobu’s statement stays in the back of your mind. It’s something that every human knows. Taught from a young age to stay away from most monsters, but especially werewolves. That’s why werewolf colonies are heavily regulated and they usually live in remote villages that humans stay far away from. But now it’s become more and more common to see werewolves living in large cities.
It’s something that will always remain in the back of your mind when you’re around Gyutaro, but for now you just want to enjoy the night. Hopefully, with him.
♡₊˚ 🐺・₊✧🖤.
“Stop dragging your feet, Gyutaro! We’re already laaaaate!” Douma whines, trying to drag Gyutaro by the wrist but he isn’t walking any faster.
“Aren’t you the one who said being fashionably late is better than being on time?” Gyutaro says sarcastically.
“I did say that, but not this late! This is far past fashionably late and more like, I spent an hour dragging my antisocial friend out of bed, type late.”
“Stop arguing, it doesn’t matter guys. We’re already here,” Kaigaku announces, excited to get inside and have a few shots.
Douma runs inside, greeting everyone like he’s some kind of celebrity. Meanwhile, Kaigaku and Gyutaro follow behind. Kaigaku goes straight to the drinks, but Gyutaro doesn’t follow him. Instead, he stops dead in his tracks, tilting his nose up and sniffing the air.
A familiar scent has caught his attention, “Y/N…” he groans under his breath. Pushing through the crowd, and continuing to follow the scent until he bumps right into you.
“Oh! Hey Gyutaro! I was starting to think you weren't going to come,” you smile and give him a hug.
“Hi Y/N…” His face immediately turns red and his tail starts wagging like crazy. He looks away like he doesn’t want you to notice how happy he is to see you. But when you hug him, he’s a little too eager to wrap his arms around you. Holding you a bit too tightly and for a bit too long. Nuzzling his nose into the top of your head and inhaling deeply. Your scent momentarily disarms all of the feral signals within his body. He feels like he can finally relax.
The next hour of the party is a blur. Even after you made small talk with Gyutaro, he followed you around like a shadow. Not so close that you always noticed when he was there, but close enough that people around you felt uncomfortable talking to you for too long because of the big scary werewolf staring them down.
Gyutaro wasn’t trying to be weird or creepy. He is just trying to protect you, and make sure that any guy who decides to talk to you knows that you’re off limits.
He calms down when you offer him a drink. Then another one. And another one. And another one. Until the two of you feel the room spinning and suddenly the party feels a little too overwhelming.
Dizzy, you stumble and Gyutaro is quick to catch you. Even though he’s drunk himself, his reflexes are still quick. Especially for you.
“Woah, you alright?” he says as he holds you upright, “Let’s go sit down over here.”
“I’m ok,” you giggle, liking the feeling of him holding you, “Thanks Gyu… you’re so sweet.”
Gyutaro guides you over to a love seat in the corner of the room and takes a seat beside you. His entire demeanor is different. More relaxed than usual, maybe a bit more confident too.
Being around you, he’s usually overthinking every word that comes out of his mouth. But right now, he doesn’t care to think about small details like that. He’s just happy to have you around. And you feel exactly the same.
“So, Gyutaro,” you scoot closer to him, “You haven’t introduced me to your friends.”
“Yeah, because they love embarrassing me,” he chuckles, “Especially Douma. He’s the vampire over there,” he points to a beautiful looking man with long blonde hair and painted nails, “And over there is Kaigaku. We’ve been best friends since I was a freshman,” he points to a shorter man with black hair and vibrant blue eyes.
“Is Kaigaku also a vampire?” you ask, slightly surprised that he would have so many vampire friends.
“Nah, he’s a siren. Real good at smooth talking humans. I get a lot of free stuff when I’m with him,” he snickers, remembering a few times Kaigaku has gotten them into concerts for free or gotten free drinks at bars.
You smile, happy that Gyutaro is being a bit more open and talkative with you. “Wow, that’s really cool. You guys seem like a fun group.”
“I guess so,” he shrugs, “People like them a lot. Me, not so much.”
“That’s not true,” you lean closer and kiss his cheek, “I like you a lot.”
“I-I like you a lot too,” he blushes and his tail starts wagging again, thumping loudly against the couch, “Like… a lot a lot. I think I love you…” he mumbles.
“What?” your eyes widen.
“I mean um-! I think you’re really cool!” he nervously starts rambling, “And I hope this isn’t too weird but… I think I want to be your boyfriend. No, no, I know I want to be your boyfriend!”
“Are you asking me to be your girlfriend…?”
“Yes! Yes, that’s what I meant to say! Will you be my girlfriend?”
“Of course, Gyu,” you chuckle and kiss his cheek again, hoping that he won’t be so nervous now that you agreed.
“Really? You’re serious?”
“I’m dead serious,” you smile, “I’ve been crushing on you ever since we met. And well… ever since we studied together in your dorm, I’ve been thinking about you nonstop,” you nervously look away, cheeks burning. Knowing that you’ve been thinking about being in his bed again. And maybe doing more than a handjob.
“Y-Yeah, me too,” he gulps, “Maybe… we could go back to my place tonight. I-If you want to.”
“I’d love to.”
♡₊˚ 🐺・₊✧🖤.
The two of you sneak back to his dorm room, trying not to let anyone see you sneaking into the monster dorms after curfew. Gyutaro quickly unlocks the door, and shuffles you into his bedroom.
Once inside, you look around the room and notice things are a bit different than the last time you were here.
The scent in the room is stronger. Not a bad or stinky smell, but it has a strong musky scent. There are also claw marks on the bedframe and the wooden floors, surely from Gyutaro.
While you’re looking around, you feel warm air hitting the top of your head and you hear Gyutaro’s heavy breathing behind you. Slowly, you turn around.
“You alright, Gyu?” you say a bit nervously, Shinobu’s comment about werewolves being dangerous still in the back of your mind.
“Mm-hm,” he smiles, a goofy grin full of sharp teeth and pure happiness, “Just happy to have you here. Happy that you agreed to be my girlfriend…”
“I’m happy too,” you take his hand and lead him to the bed.
When the two of you lie down beside each other, you feel the effects of the alcohol from the party hit you. The ceiling looks like it’s spinning and everytime you close your eyes it gets worse.
“Ngh,” Gyutaro groans, “I think I had a little too much…”
“I think I did too,” you lay your head on his chest, trying to ground yourself.
A part of you was hoping to get to do a little bit more with him tonight. Especially since, as you lie on him, you feel a familiar hardness in his pants.
Biting your lip, you make a suggestion, “Is it ok if I wear one of your shirts to sleep in…?”
“Oh! Yeah, of course,” he hops up from the bed, adjusting the front of his pants in an effort to hide his arousal, and goes over to his dresser.
After rummaging around for a minute, he pulls out an oversized band t-shirt that doesn’t have too much shed fur on it. “Here, babe- I mean uh Y/N…” he hands it over, “I’m probably gonna change too. I can leave to-”
“Gyu, don’t be silly. You’re my boyfriend now. I don’t mind if you’re in the room when I change,” you say as you start undressing.
“Oh okay…” he mutters, trying not to stare. When you start taking off your bra, that’s when he turns around, feeling too flustered to watch.
He takes a deep breath and removes his shirt, and swaps his jeans for some pajama pants.
Once done, he slowly turns around to see you looking adorable in his shirt. And it’s not until he slips back into bed with you that he notices that you’re not wearing any pants, only panties.
You can tell he’s nervous, so you snuggle up to him without hesitation. Lying on your side, you scoot back into him so your back aligns with his front, resulting in a spooning position.
“Is this ok?” you whisper, wiggling your hips a bit, feeling his erection twitch as it’s pressed up behind you.
“Y-yeah,” he whimpers, “This is good… feels nice.”
Lowering his head into the crook of your neck, he tightly wraps his arms around your waist and holds you close. Curving his body around you so he’s enveloping you with his much larger size.
He wants you so bad that he feels like he’s going to explode. But both of you had more than a few drinks, and honestly, he doesn’t want anything affecting your decision to be intimate with him.
Because he knows how big a deal it is for a human to be so vulnerable and close to a monster, especially one as dangerous as him. He wants your first time to be perfect. And he needs to make sure this is what you want. Because he knows once he has you, he’s never going to let you go.
But right now, holding you in his arms is more than enough to keep him satisfied.
Synopsis ✦ This is the first year that your university is allowing monsterfolk to take classes with humans. And that is where you'll meet your future werewolf boyfriend, Gyutaro.
Content ✦ Gyutaro x female!reader, 18+ MDNI, smut, handjob, size difference, modern au, college au, Gyutaro is a werewolf
Note ✦ 2.1k words. I'm super tired, so sorry if there are any spelling errors! But I hope you still enjoy this chapter ♡
✧:･ﾟ→ Chapter one ✧:･ﾟ→ Chapter three ✧:･ﾟ→ Chapter four
“Your ears are so soft…”
“I-Is that a good thing?”
“I think it is,” you smile as you gently pet Gyutaro’s ears.
He blushes and ducks lower, making it easier for you to reach the top of his head. He tries to play it cool, but his tail betrays him, wagging violently behind him.
The two of you sit on his bedroom floor with notes and textbooks scattered around you.
“It’s strange. The hair on your ears is different than the hair on your head. I guess it’s fur, no?”
“I think you’re right,” he grabs his anatomy textbook and flips through the current chapter, “Huh, I never noticed. But you’re right, it says so right here.”
“I should be writing this down,” you chuckle to yourself and grab your notebook.
“R-Right! Me too,” blushing, he does the same.
Gyutaro grows more flustered by the minute. His hand struggling to hold his pen as he tries his best to take notes. But despite how nervous he is, he’s still glad that you wanted to be his partner for your anatomy project.
The professor assigned humans and monsters to partner up and document anatomical differences between each other. It’s quite fun actually, with both you and Gyutaro learning new things.
“Do you have fur anywhere else?” you ask the question without realizing how weird it sounds.
“I uh… yeah. Um my tail. And the back of my neck, I think,” he lifts his shirt without thinking, “I think I have fur here too? Or is it hair?”
Looking up you see a surprisingly sculpted set of abs. And a patch of dark hair peaking up from the hem of his pants, trailing up to his belly button.
Your eyes go wide, and suddenly you feel like the room got ten degrees hotter.
Unfortunately, it doesn’t take very long for him to realize that what he did was pretty weird, so he quickly puts his shirt back down. “S-Sorry! I didn’t mean to um… make it weird.”
“No, it’s ok! It wasn’t weird at all,” you smile, trying to make sure he doesn’t feel bad, “Besides, you’re right. If we want to get an A on this assignment, we should figure out if it is fur…”
He audibly gulps, “A-Are you sure?”
“Mm-hm,” you nod, “It’s not weird. It’s just for our assignment… right?”
“Yeah, right. Just for the assignment,” he moves his clawed hand over to his shirt, slowly raising it again. Watching with a hungry gaze to see if you really do it.
Slowly, you move your hand to his abdomen. Gently grazing the skin below his belly button with your fingers. It feels so soft, just like the fur on his ears. And you can tell that there’s more of it below his pants.
A deep whine comes from Gyutaro’s chest, a sound similar to what a dog would make when you dangle a treat in front of his face that he can’t reach.
“It’s so soft…” you mutter, continuing to gently pet the sensitive area.
“D-Do humans have fur here too?” he stutters, trying to distract you so you don’t notice the growing bulge in his pants.
“We grow hair there, some humans shave it though,” you say as you slowly lift your shirt and take it off, throwing it to the side. “See?”
Gyutaro’s face is crimson now, his mouth wide open. He doesn’t realize he’s staring until he feels drool dripping down his chin.
“Shit!” he curses to himself and wipes his face with the back of his hand, “You um… I-I uh…” he stutters, not sure what to say as his eyes roam your body.
“See? No fur. You should write this down, Gyutaro,” you say in a playful manner.
“Right! Humans… don’t… have… fur…” he mutters to himself as he writes in his notebook.
His heart is racing at a thousand miles a minute, and he feels like he’s going to explode. Never has he had a cute girl taking her clothes off in his room before. He’s never even had a girl talk to him, other than his sister. He’s so oblivious that he doesn’t realize that you’re flirting with him, even though you’re making it painfully obvious. He still thinks that you’re trying to help him with the assignment.
“Maybe you should take your shirt off too? You know… for the assignment of course,” you smirk.
“Y-yeah! Good idea,” he hastily takes off his shirt, he’s a little embarrassed by his appearance, but he’s having such a good time with you that he forgets it for now. Just wanting to get closer to you. Because for the first time in his life, he actually feels seen.
Once his shirt is off, you find yourself staring at his muscular frame. Not only is he really tall, but he’s extremely muscular too.
He scoots closer to you, his tail wagging so hard that you can hear it thumping against the floor.
You reach up and touch his chest. He really isn’t too different from a human anatomically speaking. His body is pretty much the same, and he only has fur in some areas. But something unique does grab your attention.
The black splotches that are on his face are also on his chest. You always thought that they were cute, but you never actually asked him about them.
“These spots, do other werewolves have these too?”
His face immediately changes, his ears flatten, and his tail stops wagging. “No… just me. They aren’t really normal… don’t know why I have ‘em.” He looks away, embarrassed.
“Oh, I see…” you gently move a strand of his hair behind his ear and touch the mark on his cheek, “They’re so pretty. Guess that just means you’re more special than the other werewolves, huh?”
“Y-You don’t think they’re ugly?” His voice cracks as he asks you this. Your heart breaks a little when you hear the hurt in his voice.
“Of course not! Why would I think that?”
“Everyone thinks they’re ugly… that’s why I only have two friends and I’ve never had a girlfriend…” his eyes tear up as he looks down at you. It’s the first time that he’s been honest like this with someone. He knows he doesn’t have a stellar personality, but he’s convinced that his life would be better if he weren’t born with these birthmarks.
“Well, I don’t think they’re ugly. I think they’re cute, just like you,” you whisper, caressing his cheek and leaning forward until your lips touch.
He freezes.
But after a few seconds, you hear the thump of his tail hitting the floor again. And he eagerly kisses you back. So excited that he pushes you over. Knocking you onto your back, but he’s quick to sling an arm under you.
“Sorry… I’ve never done this before,” he admits, a shy smile on his face. One arm holds you, while the other one holds himself up as he hovers above you. Making you feel so small and helpless beneath him. Maybe this would be scary if it were any other werewolf, but it’s Gyutaro. The sweet, shy werewolf that may look intimidating on the outside, but he has a soft spot for you.
“It’s ok,” you chuckle, “You’re doing gre-” your sentence stops halfway in your throat when you feel it. Something firm pressing against your thigh.
The two of you gulp simultaneously. Gyutaro was so distracted from the kiss, he wasn’t paying attention to how turned on he was becoming. Looking down you see a bulge of inhuman size, looking like it’s about to burst out of his pants.
The fabric stretching with each throb and pulse of his member. It’s sexy but it’s also terrifying. You flirted with a werewolf, so now you have to deal with the consequences. Not that Gyutaro would ever force you, no. But you would feel bad for getting him so worked up and not helping release some of that tension.
So, before he can spew apologies, you move your hand to the front of his pants. Feeling it twitch on your palm.
Immediately, he begins panting. Breathing heavily and struggling to speak, “Wh-what… what-re you doing, Y/N?”
“I want to make you feel good,” you blush, “But only if you want me to.”
“Hell yeah! I mean um… sure, if you don’t mind,” he tries to play it cool, but it’s obvious he’s thrilled by your offer. Quickly picking you up, as if you weight nothing, and carrying you over to his bed. Placing you down, you can’t help but notice that his sheets smell strongly of him and there is shedded fur all over the pillows and blankets.
Laying beside you and holding you close, he can’t contain his excitement. Because this isn’t just a sexual thing for him. Of course, it will probably feel amazing, but he’s more happy by the fact that you even want to do this with him. Because that means that you accept him and genuinely like him. And you have no idea how much that means to him.
The two of you begin kissing again. He’s clumsy but tries his best, following your lead. You kiss him slowly as you slip off his pants and boxers. His cock springing free, making an audible sound as it slaps against his abdomen.
Embarrassed, Gyutaro hides his face in the crook of your neck. Whimpering softly as you begin touching him. You don’t know what you were expecting, but the size of him shocks you. There’s no doubt that he’s larger than any human. But it makes sense for a werewolf that’s over seven feet tall.
You have to use both hands to stroke him. Wrapping your hands around his shaft, and moving up and down. Feeling him twitch with every stroke. Before you know it, your hands are slick with pre-cum. And Gyutaro is left a trembling mess.
Groaning and sinking his claws into the mattress, trying to ground himself. But it’s so hard when your small, soft, human hands are wrapped around his giant cock.
He knows he’s just a filthy, disgusting beast. But the way that you touch him like he’s more than that, like he actually matters. It makes his heart fill up with love and admiration for you.
“Ngh, Y/N,” he moans, panting against your neck, “Feels good… feels so good…” He can’t stop himself from bucking his hips, desperately chasing more of your touch.
“That’s it Gyu,” you whisper sweetly, kissing his cheek, “You’re doing so good. You can cum whenever you’re ready, baby.”
That undoes him. The sweet words, the gentle praise, it’s all too much for the lonely werewolf.
His hips move faster, snapping forcefully into your hands with each thrust. You watch with fascination as he thrusts in and out of your hands. The force of his movements combined with how far his girth forces your hands apart. His slick pre-cum sticky and slippery on your palms. Your face goes red as you imagine him fucking your pussy like this instead of your hands. Would he fuck you this hard, too? How would he even fit inside of you…?
The thought causes a familiar heat to pool at the pit of your stomach. You squeeze your thighs together and try not to think about it. Right now, you want to focus on Gyutaro.
But after only a couple more thrusts, his hips stutter and a deep growl escapes his lips. And his cock twitches in your grasp, shooting ropes of hot sticky cum all over your hands and up your torso. Effectively ruining your bra. Far more comes out of him than normal, at least by human standards. It seems almost never-ending.
“Mental note to get on birth control before I sleep with him…” you think to yourself as you see your hands and torso covered in white.
He groans and pulls you closer to him, nuzzling his face against your cheek. He closes his eyes in pure bliss, and gently licks the side of your face, going down to your neck. It’s an unusual gesture, but intimate nonetheless. You think maybe it’s a werewolf thing, but decide not to ask.
There are a million things he wants to say to you right now. That you’re his favorite human. That you’re going to be his now and no one else can have you. That he loves you and wants you all to himself. But he doesn’t want to scare you off, so instead he just wraps his arms tightly around you.
Just let him hold you close for a few more minutes. Then he’ll help clean up his mess.
Synopsis ✦ This is the first year that your university is allowing monsterfolk to take classes with humans. And that is where you'll meet your future werewolf boyfriend, Gyutaro.
Content ✦ Gyutaro x female!reader, modern au, college au, Gyutaro is a werewolf, smut in future chapters
Note ✦ 1.1k words. Hey guys! I know I haven't written in a while, so I wanted to do something cute and Halloween themed for October. Everyone loved my werewolf fics last kinktober so this year I'll have a short series combining werewolf Gyu and some elements of my favorite fic, Against all odds. Thanks for reading and I hope you enjoy this first chapter! ♡
✧:･ﾟ→ Chapter two ✧:･ﾟ→ Chapter three ✧:･ﾟ→ Chapter four
“A lot of students are mad about the university deciding to merge campuses this year. Especially the athletes. Don’t you think the students from the east campus will have an unfair advantage?”
“I don’t care about sports! I’m just hoping I meet a hot vampire in one of my classes!”
Shinobu rolls her eyes and flicks Mitsuri in the back of the head, “You’re going to be the first human on campus to get killed if you have a mindset like that!”
“Come on, guys. It really isn’t that serious!” you laugh nervously, trying to lighten the mood. “Shinobu, I’m sure you’ll still be the head of the fencing team. And Mitsuri… just try to treat the other students like normal people, ok?”
“But they aren’t normal people! They’re monsters! Hot, beautiful, sexy, mon-”
“Shut up!” Shinobu growls as she pinches the bridge of her nose, “Can we just go already? We’re going to be late if we keep listening to Mitsuri’s delusional fantasies.”
Your friends continue to argue as the three of you exit your dorm and walk towards campus.
The atmosphere is different today. Colder, quieter, as if everyone on campus is waiting for something to go wrong.
This is the first year that Kibutsuji University is merging its two campuses. Before today, human students attended the west campus, while monster students attended the east campus.
But now all students are allowed to take classes wherever and whenever they please. Which certainly isn’t the norm, as humans and monsters have lived mostly segregated since the beginning of civilization. Only recently have laws been put in place to allow cohabitation. Is it dangerous? Maybe. Probably… But it’d be a lie to say that you aren’t excited.
However, on the other side of campus, a monster boy isn’t feeling so enthusiastic.
♡₊˚ 🐺・₊✧🖤.
“Can you calm down, bro…? You’re gonna scare off all the hot human chicks.”
“Shut up! What the hell are you even talking about?”
“Look at you!” Kaigaku motions towards his hulking friend, “You look like you want to kill someone!”
“I always look like that!” Gyutaro growls and crosses his arms in defense, “And it’s easy for you to say! You can blend in with the humans, but I stand out like a sore thumb…”
“Hey, at least you got height on your side. What are you, seven foot or something?” Kaigaku smiles, nudging his friend.
“Just over…” Gyutaro mumbles, but then gets a mischievous grin on his face, “And you’re like… five foot two, right?”
“FIVE FOOT FIVE AND THREE-QUARTERS!” Kaigaku shouts in defiance. But Gyutaro just laughs.
The boys continue to bicker and tease each other on the way to the morning assembly.
All students, human and monster, gather in the giant courtyard in the middle of the campus. Where the dean of the school, Muzan Kibutsuji, stands atop a small stage. The dean has always been an enigma, no one knows if he’s human or something else. He appears human, but something about him scares you more than any student from the east campus. Standing beside him are a few other faculty and staff, too.
“Good Morning, students,” the sound of his voice immediately sends chills through the crowd, resulting in every student shutting up and giving him their full attention.
“As many of you know, this is the first year that we will be merging curriculum. I expect all of you to follow the rules…,” he glares at the crowd as if giving a warning, “especially curfew. If I find any West campus students on the East campus past curfew, or vice versa, it will result in immediate expulsion. Am I understood?”
“Yes, sir,” every student replies in unison.
A slight smirk appears on Mr. Kibutsuji’s face, “Splendid. Let us make it a remarkable school year.”
And with that final word, student chatter resumes and people disperse. Making their way towards their first classes.
“I’ll see you guys later! My first class is in the science building,” you say as you wave goodbye to your friends.
“Science first period? Ew!” Mitsuri frowns.
Shinobu sighs, “We’ll see you later, Y/N. Don’t forget we’re meeting up for lunch!”
“I won’t!” You shout with a big grin on your face. Turning around and briskly walking towards the science building. Since the two campuses have been merged, some classes have been moved around but luckily this one hasn’t, and you know exactly where to find it.
However, as you are walking to class, you see something that takes your breath away.
A tall man, taller than any human you’ve ever seen, with a big bushy tail and large pointed ears. He holds a map, but his clawed hands are so large that they make the map look child-sized.
A frown appears on his face as he flips the map around… he was holding it upside down.
He looks up at the building in front of him, nods to himself, then steps inside. It’s the science building. The same one that you have your class in.
You follow a few steps behind him, only to see him enter the exact same classroom that you are also supposed to be going to.
It seems you have a werewolf in your class.
Without hesitation, he sits in the very back row. He does this for two reasons. One, because he’s antisocial, and two, because he’s too tall and doesn’t want to block anyone’s view.
He doesn’t notice you until you sit a few seats away from him, giving him space but also close enough for him to pay attention to you.
You don’t know why you did it. Maybe it was the morbid curiosity overcoming you, or maybe it’s because you think he’s pretty cute. Especially his face, with those cute markings, you’ve never seen anything like it.
“Wow… he’s kind of hot,” you think to yourself before quickly shaking your head, scolding yourself for having lustful thoughts like Mitsuri did this morning.
Gyutaro’s ear twitches and his tail wags without his knowledge as he looks at you from the corner of his eye.
“Humans are so cute…” he thinks to himself, “She smells kinda nice too…”
He was extremely nervous about going to school with a bunch of humans. Knowing that most of them probably won’t want anything to do with him. And he accepts that, he always has. But a part of him has always found human girls really cute. Not that he ever in a million years would expect to have a chance with one.
Synopsis ✩ Gyutaro is a go-go dancer at a popular club. The last person he was expected to see tonight was you, the one girl he's been crushing on for years.
Content ✩ Gyutaro x female!reader, 18+ MDNI, Modern au, sexual themes but no smut, fluff
Note ✩ 2.3k words. I had the random idea to write something cute and a little sexy. Hope you enjoy! ♡
Gyutaro didn't do it for the same reasons as his colleagues. Most of them loved the attention, especially Douma. But not Gyutaro, he couldn't care less about how many eyes were on him when he danced. He did it for his love of dancing.
And he loved that there was a place where he could do it and get paid good money. A place where people would praise him for his skills instead of judging him and calling him names. Sure, the type of dancing required was very sexy in nature, but he didn't care. Because when he gets up on that platform, he forgets that there are any other people in the room. As far as he's concerned, it's just him and the music.
Gyutaro works as a go-go dancer in the most popular club downtown.
Tonight was no different. Wearing a hoodie and sweats, Gyutaro walks in through the back door of the club. His green grape Labubu hanging off his duffel bag. He always thought those things were ugly, but after his sister gifted him one, he brings it everywhere.
Once inside, he goes to his vanity in the dressing room and removes his clothes. Revealing a black leather harness around his chest and tiny black shorts, tight and short enough to barely cover the necessities, while not leaving much to the imagination. The thin fabric clings to his hips, emphasizing the heavy bulge between his legs. He wouldn't be caught dead wearing something like this anywhere else but here.
"Oh Gyutaroooo!" An annoyingly joyful voice calls out to him, "Will you put this glitter on me?"
"Sure, Douma," Gyutaro turns around to see his friend wearing a similarly revealing outfit but much brighter and flashier than his own.
With a tired sigh, Gyutaro grabs Douma's favorite glitter and applies it to his chest and back.
"You look sexy tonight," Douma says with a smirk, looking him up and down, "You sure you don't want some glitter?"
"Yes, very sure," Gyutaro says, deadpan, "I'm saving up to take my sister out of town for her birthday. Tryna get a lot of tips tonight..."
"You don't have to do much. People love the whole mysterious bad boy vibes you have going on," Douma pats his friend on the back, "If you need a break, just let me know, ok? People get very handsy on Saturday nights."
"Thanks," Gyutaro says with the slightest smile forming across his face.
He watches as Douma leaves the room, a part of him wishing he had half the amount of energy as his friend.
Gyutaro quickly laces up his boots and looks at himself in the mirror. Staring at the hard edges of his body, his chiseled abs, pecs, and arms. He's just glad the muscles distract people enough to not pay too much attention to the birthmarks he has on his body. He hates how shallow people are. They'll forgive his ugly birthmarks because he has a six-pack.
"Tsk," he mutters under his breath, "Let's get this over with."
Finally, he slips on a black studded face mask. Covering the bottom half of his face. Keeping his crooked teeth and the splotches on his cheeks hidden. All people need to see is his piercing blue eyes, and they line up to give him tips. He plans to keep it that way.
Men and women whisper and point to Gyutaro as he walks through the crowd and steps up on a platform. Around him is a sea of people with platforms stationed around for other dancers. He spots Douma at the opposite end, letting some woman in her 50's put her hands all over him. She must've tipped him well.
The night is a blur for him. He does his usual routine, dancing in a way that makes it impossible for people not to blush and stare. Rolling his hips and trailing his hands down his body. He usually doesn't work this hard, but he really wants those tips.
Depending on the tip amount and what the person seems to want, he'll let them touch his thighs or abs, or he'll even grind against them. At this point, it's just instinct and he doesn't even think about it. He just waits to feel someone slip some bills into his waistband.
However, he's pulled out of his normal routine when a woman with bright pink hair puts a $100 bill in his hand and motions for him to kneel down.
He happily takes the cash and kneels down. She leans into his ear, making sure he can hear her over the loud music.
"It's my friend's birthday tonight! Would you be cool with giving her a lap dance?"
"Yeah, that's fine," he quickly says. Lap dances aren't something he would usually do, but for such a generous tip, he won't complain.
He shoves the bill into his boot for safekeeping and follows the girl to where her friends are seated.
The group of women whistle and cheer when they see Gyutaro approaching.
"That's her!" Mitsuri says with a big grin as she points to you, sitting sheepishly and staring like a deer in headlights.
"Mitsuri!!" You squeal as Gyutaro steps closer.
"Don't worry! It's your birthday and he said he was cool with it!" Mitsuri giggles and says to Gyutaro, "She's a little shy because she thinks you're like super hot."
"Oh my god!" You cover your face in horror and embarrassment.
Gyutaro smirks under his mask, finding it cute how flustered you are. He sits on your lap and says, "If you want me to stop at any time, I will, ok?" He knows you're nervous and your friends are putting you up to this, so he doesn't want to make you uncomfortable.
"O-Ok, thank you," you stutter. Overwhelmed by his statuesque body, the weight of him on top of you, and his gravelly deep voice.
After you give him the go-ahead, he starts his routine. It's dark and he isn't paying much attention, his body going on autopilot.
But for you, you feel like you're dying inside. The way his body moves so close to you, even on you. You can feel how big he is under those shorts, and you wish you could just hide. Not only that, but the way the muscles on his abdomen flex with the thrust of his hips. Your whole body feels like it's engulfed in flames.
He starts by rolling his hips against you. Moving higher and higher until his hips are close to your face. You try not to stare, but the outline of his cock is impossible not to notice. After he feels like he has you worked up, he sits back down in your lap. Draping his muscular arms over your shoulders as he looks you in your eyes. Giving that sexy stare that he's hoping will earn him an extra tip.
It's not until this moment, when he's really looking at your face, that his eyes widen and it dawns on him.
He knows you.
You're the cute barista who works at his favorite coffee shop. The place that he's been going to religiously for a couple of years, because not only is the coffee good, but he's had a crush on you ever since he met you. You were the only girl to ever look at him like a normal person when he didn't have his mask on. You were warm and sweet, and always treated him kindly even though his face made him look like a monster.
When you saw his blue eyes, that's when it clicked for you. The bottom half of his face was covered but you knew it was Gyutaro. The boy that you also always thought was cute. Every time he came into the shop, he was wearing baggy clothes so you had no idea that he was built like a greek god. You liked him because you thought his smile was cute and the way he thanked you every time you handed him his coffee made your heart flutter.
"...Gyutaro?" you whisper.
His face goes red and he immediately gets off of you and turns away. Swiftly pushing through the crowd and going back to the dressing room.
"What the hell happened?" Mitsuri pouts, upset that the show is over.
"I... I know him," you mutter in disbelief.
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As soon as he gets to the dressing room, he throws off his mask and begins panting. His heart is beating a million miles a minute, and he wishes that he could just disappear.
Douma comes into the room not long after, "Hey, you alright, man? I saw you run off after dancing for those girls-"
"I know her," he cuts him off, "That girl... I think she recognized me too."
Douma smirks, "Ooooh that's a good thing, right? Maybe now you'll finally get laid," he says in a playful manner, trying to lighten the mood.
"It's not funny! She's probably disgusted by me now!" his voice cracks, sounding like he's on the verge of tears.
"Woah woah, calm down," Douma suddenly gets serious and puts his hand on his friend's shoulder, "Why do you think she would think that?"
"Because! I'm half fucking naked dancing on people for money!"
"Yeah, but she's also here. She can't judge you that much if she came here to have fun. Besides, I'm sure she thought you were hot! I mean, look at you! You have one of the biggest-"
"Stop!" Gyutaro blushes and interrupts him again, "I don't want her to like me for my body! I really fucking like this girl, but now that she's seen me like this, what if... I dunno... what if she doesn't see me as anything more than a pair of abs and a dick?"
Douma frowns. Most guys wouldn't care much, but Gyutaro is different. He's sensitive. A lot more sensitive than he lets on. And Douma admires him for that.
"Listen. If she knows you, then she knows what a genuine person you are. You're sweet, kind, and you actually give a damn. She'd be a fool to ignore all of the amazing things about you. If she's worth your time then I guarantee you she won't judge you for something so trivial."
"I guess you're right... I just never liked someone so much before. And I don't wanna fuck it up," Gyutaro mutters, trying not to feel embarrassed and ashamed.
"This is gonna eat you up if you don't talk to her. She looked worried when you left, so I think she really cares about you," he continues to rub his back as he reassures him.
"I-I'll talk to her tomorrow..."
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The next day at the coffee shop, your shift was nothing out of the ordinary. But the whole time, you couldn't stop thinking about Gyutaro. He seemed so shy and introverted in person, but seeing him dance showed a whole other side of him that you never expected. It's not something you disliked; you actually liked seeing him doing something that he seemed to enjoy. You're mostly just worried about him. The way that he stormed off, looking like he was about to have a panic attack. You just hope that he's ok.
Just as your shift was about to end, Gyutaro walked through those doors. Wearing a baggy hoodie and sweatpants, his head hanging low like he's too embarrassed to face the world around him.
But you can't help but smile when you see him. "Hey, Gyutaro! The usual?"
"Y-Yes please..." he mutters like he wasn't expecting you to sound so happy.
A few minutes later when you hand him his coffee, he asks, "Erm... would it be cool with you if we talked?"
"Of course," you smile, "My shift ends in 5."
Gyutaro nods and sits at a small table near one of the large windows. A few minutes later you join him, sitting across from him as he sips his coffee.
"So um... about last night," he nervously scratches the back of his neck, not sure what to say.
"You're a really talented dancer," you blurt out.
"Wait, what? You... think I'm a good dancer?"
"Yeah! I can tell you were having fun," you smile, "Oh, and I'm so sorry about my friend! She always does stuff like that..."
Gyutaro chuckles, "Haha, it's fine. She gave me a good tip, so I didn't mind. She didn't pressure me to do it or anything if that's what you think."
"That's good, I was worried she did...," you trail off before continuing, "So um, how long have you been dancing?"
His eyes light up when you ask that question. "Since I was pretty young. I lived in a really bad neighborhood growing up, so my uncle would take me and my sister to his dance studio after school to keep me out of trouble."
He doesn't tell you this, but Gyutaro's mother was a prostitute. So his uncle would take him to the dance studio when his mother was still with clients. Not only did dance keep him distracted from his terrible home life, but it also gave him a much-needed outlet.
"That's really cool. Your uncle sounds like a great person," you say as you gently place your hand on top of his, "I have two left feet when it comes to dancing."
"I wouldn't mind teaching you!" Gyutaro says a little too eagerly.
"R-Really?" you blush.
He nods, "Hell, yeah. I'd love to teach you how to dance. It'll be fun," he smiles wide, the biggest, happiest smile you've ever seen from him. For once, he doesn't feel embarrassed about smiling, showing his crooked and uneven teeth. Because you make him comfortable enough to be himself.
"Then it's a date," you smile, squeezing his hand tighter.
this may be a stupid question you’ve answered before considering it’s an older fix but is against all odds complete? and if not do you have any intention of finishing it?
Hello! Thanks for your ask! ヾ(•ω•`)o
It is technically complete. The main story is completed, but I started "After All Odds" to write just bonus content basically because I really loved that au and didn't want to give it up.
I still have a lot of ideas for that universe, but I felt like people lost interest in it, so I moved on to other stories. But I would have no issue writing more chapters for that universe if you guys wanted me to!
Sorry I haven't been online much lately. When I started this blog I literally had no life. But now I'm super busy with work and going out with friends.
I still love to write, though! But I find my job uses up a lot of my creative juices because I do digital art for my job. I'm currently working on a big art project and doing lots of overtime for it. That's why I haven't been writing lately. But once I'm done with this project, I'll have more time to write hopefully 🥹
Do you write for Daki (romantic)? I know a lot of people are uncomfortable with it because of her age, so I just figured I'd ask in case it's an ick. No pressure at all if you can't write for her! Your comfort comes first
Hello! Thank you for your ask.
I do not write NSFW or romantic content for any characters that are below 18 in canon. I will write platonic headcanons and things like that though! (✿◠‿◠)
ꔫ‧₊ Summary Things have changed in your relationship. You have a big secret that you've been hiding from Gyutaro. Not knowing what's wrong, Gyutaro goes above and beyond to try to make things right. And once you finally tell him the truth, his reaction changes everything.
ꔫ‧₊ Content Gyutaro x female!reader, 18+ MDNI, Modern au, Boss & secretary relationship, Gyutaro is married, age gap, angst, pregnancy, cheating.
ꔫ‧₊ Note 1.6k words. Thank you so much for reading my story!
I have to admit, I kind of rushed this chapter at the end, and I apologize for that. I haven't been super into this story for a while now, but I didn't want to leave it unfinished. So I tried to condense things to make it shorter. I hope you all don't mind too much. I wanted to get this story done because I have a lot of ideas for one-shots and shorter stories. Thanks again for reading. I appreciate all of your lovely comments; they all make me smile. ଘ( ･ω･)_/ﾟ･:*:･｡♡
Things between you and Gyutaro were great. Or that’s what he had thought at first. The two of you worked well together in the office. And after hours, you’d text nonstop. Gyutaro would send you cute pictures of his dog or funny memes he found online. Showing you a side of himself that he kept hidden from everyone else. It was nice.
But now things seemed to have changed, and Gyutaro couldn’t wrap his head around what had happened. You only send one-word responses when he texts you now. And even at work, you give him the cold shoulder. Acting purely professional even when no one else is around.
He doesn’t know what he did wrong. Did he say something? Do you not like the diamond earrings he gifted you? Or maybe you’re starting to realize that being with him was a mistake. That he’s just an ugly, uninteresting man in his 30s with nothing to offer but mediocre sex and a lot of money. That’s what Gyutaro starts to tell himself.
He tries to hold back tears as he stands in front of his mansion, holding a stack of neatly organized papers.
It’s his divorce papers.
Even though you’ve been ignoring him lately, he got them finalized. A small part of him debated waiting to give them to his wife. But he knows that even if you no longer want him, this marriage isn’t healthy for him. He would rather be alone than with someone who is repulsed by him.
With a heavy sigh, he calls out to his soon-to-be ex-wife as he steps inside his home, “Dahlia, can you come here? I want to talk to you about something…”
An annoyed groan can be heard from down the hallway as the angry-looking woman comes into the living room, a silk robe wrapped around her frame. “What do you want?” she says sharply.
Without saying a word, Gyutaro extends his arm and hands her the stack of papers.
She frowns and starts flipping through the pages. Her expression changes completely when she realizes what they are. “You’re divorcing me? Are you serious?”
“You can’t be that surprised,” he says, void of emotion as he walks over to the liquor cabinet and pours himself a drink.
There’s a long pause before she finally speaks again, “... it’s that secretary, isn’t it?”
He doesn’t respond, just takes a sip of his drink.
“I should’ve known you would cheat on me eventually,” she says, though she doesn’t sound angry, “You are a man after all.”
“What the hell is that supposed to mean?” he snaps, not liking where she’s going with this.
“What is she? Like, twenty-something?” she rolls her eyes, “Whatever. I would rather have you cheat than have to touch your body myself. I’m glad you found a naive little girl to take care of it for me.” She throws the papers onto the marble floor and storms off into her bedroom.
His grip tightens on the glass in his hand. But he doesn’t say anything. He doesn’t want to fight with her; he just wants this to be over.
~
The next day at work, Gyutaro feels a humungous weight off his shoulders. But why does he still feel so stressed?
He contemplates ripping his hair out as he sits at his desk. The coffee you brought him lies untouched by his side, having gone cold by now.
The way you greeted him without a smile this morning stuck with him. It hurt more than the nasty words his ex-wife spewed at him the previous night. He can’t take you hating him like this.
So, he sends you a message.
Y/N, please come to my office at your earliest convenience.
A few minutes later, you walk into his office. Closing the heavy doors behind you.
Gyutaro gives you a weak smile as he gestures for you to come closer. “Hi, Y/N. Is it ok if we talk about something?” he says sheepishly, not sounding like your boss but more like a scared teenage boy.
“What is it, sir?” you say, not wavering in your professional persona.
He gets up from his seat and stands directly in front of you. His shoulders slouch as he looks into your eyes.
“Did I do something to make you upset…?” his voice is soft, “If I did, I’m really sorry. I never meant to upset you in any way. I-If you don’t like me anymore, I won’t be mad either. I understand… I just want you to be honest with me, Y/N.” His voice quivers as he finishes his sentence. Like the thought of no longer being in a relationship with you would crush his heart.
As he looks down at you, his eyes full of emotion and vulnerability, your walls break down, and you begin to sob uncontrollably. Bringing your hand to your face to cover your eyes as they spill tears.
“H-Hey,” he stammers, “I’m sorry! If you don’t want to talk about it, that’s ok! Shit… I’m so sorry,” he hugs you tightly, still thinking that this is all his fault.
“G-Gyu… you didn’t do anything wrong,” you sniffle and wipe the tears from your eyes. “I-I thought you’d be mad at me… I didn’t know what to do… I don’t want to be a burden…”
“What are you talking about? I’m not mad at you, I promise. I could never be mad at you.”
“You don’t understand…” you whimper.
There’s a long moment of silence as you try to build the courage to tell Gyutaro the truth.
“Gyutaro… I’m pregnant.”
The room goes quiet, and Gyutaro remains still. Staring at you with wide eyes.
You wait for him to get angry. For him to yell at you and tell you to never speak to him again.
But that never comes. Instead, he gets the biggest smile on his face and hugs you so tight you can’t breathe.
“I’m going to be a dad!?” he sobs happily as he holds you close.
“You’re not mad?” you ask in disbelief.
“Of course I’m not mad!! It’s been my dream to have a family!” He finally releases you from his embrace and kisses you all over your face. “My ex always told me she was too old to have kids, but I think she just said that because she didn’t want them with me. So I gave up on my dream of having a family a long time ago.”
You smile, happy tears falling from your eyes. But something he said catches you off guard.
“Wait… did you say your ex?”
His smile grows wider. “Yeah! I served her divorce papers last night.”
You don’t quite understand why, but the fact that he actually did that fills your heart with so much love for him. You’ve always liked Gyutaro and thought he was a good man. But taking the steps to divorce his wife, a thing that most men never do, it means a lot to you. Especially since he did it when things were so uncertain with your relationship. Even if things between the two of you didn’t work out, he still wanted to do what was right. It wouldn’t fix all of the mistakes that he made, but what matters is that he is trying.
“Wow…” you let out a sigh of relief, “ Thank you, Gyutaro. It means so much to me that you did that.”
“Of course. I said I would, didn’t I?” he smiles and takes your hand, “It’ll take some time to go through the whole process, but I’d love to have you move in with me once things are situated. I-If you’re comfortable with it! I’d just really like to take care of you… and our baby.”
Those words feel so foreign on his tongue, like he’s living in some sort of dream.
“I love you,” you whisper, tears in your eyes as you look fondly at the man that you’ll soon be starting a family with.
“I love you, too,” he pulls you in for a soft kiss, “You and our baby.”
~
Gyutaro was right, the divorce was a slow process.
But eventually, he was able to get his ex-wife and all of her needless objects out of his home. When she realized that their prenuptial agreement was still in effect, she lost it. She threw tantrums and tried to fight him every chance she got. Even trying to harass you whenever she could, but Gyutaro quickly put a stop to it. That woman completely unraveled when she learned that she wasn’t entitled to any of Gyutaro’s wealth.
After she was forced to move out, months after he served her, he worked on making his home suitable for you.
By this point, you had a noticeable baby bump. Gyutaro coddled you every chance he got. Even though you were perfectly capable of taking care of yourself. He wanted to dote on you. Going with you to every appointment. Buying you the most premium maternity aides to make your pregnancy as comfortable as possible.
Gyutaro proposed shortly after. He said he had been carrying that ring around ever since you told him you were pregnant. He knew he was moving fast, but he also knew that without a doubt, he wanted to spend the rest of his life with you.
He never pressured you to plan the wedding while you were pregnant. That could wait as long as you needed; he just wanted you to focus on your comfort and health.
Your son was born in the spring.
Marking the beginning of Gyutaro’s life as a father. Your life together as a family. It’s everything he had ever wanted.
Sure, he had more money than he knew what to do with. He had been rich for years. But the money never filled the void within him. Only love could do that. The love from you and his newborn son.
For the first time in his life, he had everything he ever wanted.
love your fics nice to see that our sweet boi Gyutaro gets some love 😭😭😭 you should do one where he barely gets out of the Tengen fights super duper injured from the sun flames and he needs human flesh. Daki is freaking out about and they teleport home where you live with them. You see how terribly injured he is and you offer him your shoulder to bite on. Out of instinct he launches at you and bites you (Daki screaming in the background for him to stop) Mouth still on your shoulder you tell him how much you love him and despite him being a demon you’ll always love him. He calms down a bit, he lets go and says that he’s alright and doesn’t need it anymore. He hugs you afterwards. Yes I took some inspo from Tokyo Ghoul 😭😭😭
𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐆𝐲𝐮𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐨 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝 ꒦‧₊ ꒷
꒷꒦ Content Gyutaro x female!reader, violence, gore, fluff
꒷꒦ Note Sorry, I've been away for a while and didn't get to this until now! I've been suuuper busy lately, and I wanted to write something quick while I have time today. So here you go, and I hope you enjoy this short blurb (´｡• ᵕ •｡`)
You didn't know what was going on. The last thing you remembered was Gyutaro and Daki telling you to stay put and not come out no matter what. Daki was clearly a bit frazzled, but Gyutaro's expression was unreadable.
You heeded their request without making a fuss. Staying in your small home, tucked away in the outskirts of the entertainment district.
Ever since you met Gyutaro, you knew this wouldn't be a normal relationship. Being an upper moon came with many responsibilities and a lot of danger. But even so, nothing had prepared you for the state Gyutaro would be in when he returned.
He wasn't ok.
Limping through the front door with Daki by his side, there are various deep wounds on Gyutaro's body.
A deep slash on the side of his neck where that damned hashira tried to behead him, that's the worst one. There are other cuts and bruises on his body, accompanied by a few broken bones.
The glow in his eyes is dull as he slowly lifts his head to look up at you.
"What the hell happened?" you choke on your tears as you run to his side.
"There was a hashira," Daki says, her voice cracking as he helps her brother stand, "And some stupid brats... they were a lot stronger than we expected."
"Why isn't he healing?!" you begin to panic as you hold your hands on his neck, trying to stop the blood from gushing out, but it's not working.
"I-I don't know!" Daki sobs, "This kid, he was really strong! Brother fought so hard. I-I tried to help."
"He... he needs blood," you whimper as you begin to slide your sleeve off your shoulder.
"No! Y-You can't!" she tries to reason with you, "He could kill you, Y/N!"
You don't acknowledge her words. Instead, you smile softly and gently tilt Gyutaro's chin to look up at you.
"Gyutaro... honey... you should eat," you look into his dim eyes and stroke his cheek, "You'll feel better if you do."
There's no thought behind his eyes. Just pure raw instinct as he opens his mouth and savagely lunges at you. Sinking his teeth into the soft flesh of your shoulder.
You don't even yell out in pain. Because the pain of seeing him on the verge of death is so much worse than the pain of him ripping into you.
Daki screams, "Brother, no! Please stop!"
But he doesn't listen. His body moves on its own as it prioritizes his survival.
Utterly helpless, you lie beneath him and cradle the back of his head. Tendly holding him as he ravages you.
"I love you so much, Gyutaro... I wouldn't change a thing about you. Not even the fact that you're a demon... haha it's funny," you chuckle softly as you lose more blood, "Even now, I'm not afraid of you. I never have been... You'll always be my Gyu, even if you eat me alive."
It felt like an eternity, but in reality he wasn't latched onto you for very long. His wounds heal quickly and he regains awareness of the situation.
Immediately, he's wrapping his arms around you and holding you tight.
"Please..." you whimper, "Take as much as you need, Gyu."
"No," he says quickly, "I'm alright. I've had enough... you've given me more than enough, Y/N."
He feels like he's on the verge of tears as he pulls away to look into your eyes. You're happy to see that they are no longer dim and are glowing brightly as they usually do.
"Thank you. I never thought a human could save my life... but you did." He says as he quickly rips the cloths from his arms and wraps them around your wound.
He embraces you once again and whispers as his voice breaks with emotion, "I love you so much..."
ꔫ‧₊ Summary The business trip is coming to an end, and Gyutaro has to face the reality of the situation and the consequences of his actions. When the two of you return to the office, he tries to pretend that things are normal. But the facade doesn't last, and he can't keep up the act.
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 1.9k words.
Not only did he have the most peaceful and fulfilling sleep of his life, but he woke up with a warm feeling in his chest. For the first time in years, he didn’t feel an ounce of stress. Like everything is right in the world.
But when he registers that the warmth at his side is actually your nude body tucked under his arm, the panic begins to set in.
“What have I done…” he whispers to himself as the reality of the situation dawns on him. Not only did he cheat on his wife, but he also slept with his secretary.
He quietly sits up, looking down at you with soft eyes. Watching as your chest slowly rises and falls.
He should’ve walked away. But he didn’t. And honestly, he didn’t want to. He knows what he did was wrong, but no matter how much he tries, he feels no regret. Last night was the most magical night of his life. Not only did he receive the love that he’s craved for years, but he also spent the night with someone who genuinely likes him for who he is. Not for the money or power. Just for Gyutaro.
As the memories of the previous night begin to fill his mind, a blush spreads across his cheeks. He really didn’t hold back last night. It’s been so long since he’s had sex, the tension within himself was immense. All of it pouring out in hard thrusts and deep moans.
“I hope I didn’t hurt her… dammit I should have controlled myself better,” he thinks to himself.
“Good morning…” you mutter, turning to look at him as you pull the blanket over your chest.
He freezes. His eyes meet yours in a nervous, self-deprecating stare.
“I-I’m sorry,” his voice low and hoarse, “I shouldn’t have… I let myself get carried away.”
“Hey, it’s ok,” you say as you place your hand on his shoulder, “I don’t regret it. Unless you didn’t mean any of it…”
“It’s not that!” he says quickly, “I meant all of it, I really did. But I’m still a married man. Even if it’s hollow and broken. And you’re still my employee…”
“Gyutaro, I really like you. Like really, really like you. And I know you didn’t come to me for something meaningless. I know how it seems on paper, but I know you care. And I know you’re hurting.”
“It’s just that… you make me feel like I matter,” his voice cracks as he speaks, “Do you know how rare that is?”
You can’t help but smile, “Well, you do matter to me. A lot.”
He blushes as you lean over and kiss him softly, “We should probably get ready,” you whisper. Not wanting the moment to end, but you both have a lot of events to attend today as the conference is nearing its end.
Once Gyutaro puts his suit and tie back on, it’s like he’s putting on a mask. He changes from the man you were intimate with last night and transforms into the cold and calculating business professional that you’re used to seeing at work.
But even with that mask on, you see glimpses of Gyutaro’s true self throughout the day. He just can’t help it when you’re around. Occasionally laughing under his breath if you say something funny. Or catching you when you almost trip and fall. Even when other men stare at you for a moment too long, you can see Gyutaro clench his jaw.
The rest of the trip goes by quickly, but it isn’t unpleasant. During the day, things are business as usual. But behind closed doors, Gyutaro is sweet and attentive. Almost like a boy trying to impress a girl he has a crush on. If people could see through the walls, they’d think that the two of you were a couple in the early stages of a relationship.
Even on the plane ride back, he holds your hand like he means it. Squeezing it tighter when there’s turbulence because it makes him nervous. A woman sitting across the aisle even comments on what a cute couple the two of you are. Causing both of you to blush and go silent.
The two of you don’t want the trip or your time alone together to end. But it’s inevitable that you’ll have to return to work and pretend like you and Gyutaro don’t have feelings for each other.
~
The first day back in the office is filled with nerves and repressed emotions.
Gyutaro walks into his office as usual, briefcase in hand. Sitting at his desk and going over the meticulously crafted schedule that you put together for him.
“Good morning, Mr. Shabana,” you say, putting on your best corporate smile as you hand him his coffee.
For some reason, hearing you call him Mr. Shabana again feels so unnatural in his ears. So different from the way you would reverently whisper his name during your nights alone together on the trip.
“G-Good morning,” he stutters, not sure how to behave around you now that things have changed.
“You have a meeting this morning with Douma. He wanted to go over some numbers with you and catch you up on everything you missed. And this afternoon, you have another meeting with a potential client.”
“Alright, thank you.”
You turn to leave the room, but before you walk away, he calls out to you.
“And Miss L/N,” he says, “Would you mind coming to my office before you go home for the evening?”
You can’t help but blush, “Y-Yes, sir.”
As the work day goes on, you feel like your mind is elsewhere. You’re barely able to focus on any of your tasks as all you can think about is Gyutaro and what he could possibly want you to come to his office for.
The worst possible scenario is the first thing that comes to mind. Maybe he’s going to break things off with you and choose his wife. It’s a silly thought, you think. You shouldn’t be mad at him for choosing her; she is married to him after all. And you know it’s wrong to want him to choose you, but you can’t help it. The feelings that the two of you share are complicated, even more so because of the situation that you’re in. Or maybe he’s going to fire you. You don’t know which one is worse, honestly.
When the end of the day comes, and all of the other employees clock out and leave the building, you knock sheepishly on Gyutaro’s door.
“Come in,” his voice calls from inside.
“You wanted to see me, sir,” you say with a shaky voice as you approach his desk.
“Yes,” he sighs and stands from his seat. Walking to stand in front of you, the height difference and him being so close makes you even more nervous.
But to your surprise, his face softens. And instead of your boss, he looks like the man you flirted with on the beach, the man who kissed you like you were the only woman to ever love him.
He hugs you tightly, the tension in his muscles finally relaxing for the first time all day. And he just holds you.
“I don’t know if I can keep pretending…” he mutters.
“You don’t have to, Gyutaro,” you whisper as you hold him in your arms. You know he’s hurting and that this isn’t easy for him.
It’s like your words change something for him. Something deep and unspoken.
He looks into your eyes and catches your lips in a tender kiss. Full of soft emotions and honest truths. And you gladly accept his affection. Gently touching the side of his face as he holds you close.
But the kiss turns from slow and sweet to deep and hungry.
It’s only natural for a man who's been starved of affection for so long to want more. To crave it.
His body moves on its own as he leads you over to his desk, picking you up and placing you to sit atop the edge of his desk. His hands caressing your thighs as he hikes up your skirt and nestles his hips between your legs.
He groans as you pull him closer, snaking your hands across his chest to unbutton his shirt. And he does the same to you, unbuttoning your blouse and immediately palming your breasts.
Everything moves quickly, filled with passion and unrestrained lust. It’s not long before Gyutaro is hastily unbuckling his belt and pulling out his hard cock.
He moves your panties to the side, gathering your slick on his fingers and slowly rubbing them between your folds. Leaning forward, he whispers, “Are you ready, baby?”
“Mh-hm,” you whimper, “I-I’m ready.”
He kisses you one last time before pushing his hips forward and sliding into you. His breath hitches as he bottoms out, stopping to let you adjust to him while he enjoys the way your velvety walls squeeze him tightly.
His movements are slower than the first time you slept with him. More controlled and maybe more meaningful too. Less of a heat-of-the-moment type of thing, and more of an “I love and care about you” type of thing.
He buries his face into the crook of your neck as he picks up the pace. Kissing and nibbling your neck as he revels in your soft moans and whimpers.
“That’s it, baby,” he whispers as he reaches down between your legs to rub tight circles into your clit, “You’re taking me so well. Doing so good for me.”
“ Ngh! Gyu, m’gonna…” you gasp and clutch onto him tighter.
“Shh, it’s ok. Go ahead, baby. I’ll cum with you.”
He speeds up when he feels your walls fluttering around his thick shaft. It only takes a few seconds for you to unravel beneath him. You moan his name and tighten your legs around his hips as your entire body shudders as you’re hit by waves of pleasure.
Gyutaro quickly follows, his grip tightening on your thighs as his hips stutter. “ Fuck, ngh… Y/N ,” he wimpers as he fills you with his hot sticky cum. Rope after rope shooting out of him, you can feel his warmth spreading inside of you.
He holds you in a tight embrace as the two of you catch your breath.
“Am I an idiot for falling in love with you…?” you whisper, a hint of sadness in your voice. You don’t know where it came from, but suddenly you feel like maybe you’re nothing more than a mistress. You hate that that word describes the type of relationship that you have with Gyutaro, but it’s the truth. If you could change things, you’d want to be his girlfriend. Maybe some day even more. But right now, you really don’t know what the future holds.
“Of course not,” Gyutaro says, his voice filled with genuine concern as he looks into your eyes. “When I get home, I’m going to schedule a meeting with my lawyer, ok? I’m taking our relationship seriously, Y/N. I promise.”
“Ok…” you bury your face into his chest and choose to believe that he’s serious about divorcing his wife for you.
“Because I’m falling for you too…” he admits, “And I don’t want what we have to go to waste.”
꒷꒦ Content Werewolf!Gyutaro x female!reader, mentions of violence, reader is arrogant at first, imprinting, angst
꒷꒦ Note 2k words. This is a gift for @matsukaah !! Thank you for making that cute gif for me. I hope you enjoy this story! It was super fun to write this scenario ♡
It started with the rumors.
Rumors were going around town that people were disappearing in the night, never to be seen again. Of course, people have always gone missing in this town because of you. A vampire has to eat after all. But for the most part, people in the town rarely noticed. You were careful about choosing your victims, never causing much suspicion. But now more people are going missing, and whatever creature is behind it is being sloppy. Leaving claw marks and blood splatters in its wake. Evidence that a brutal attack has taken place.
You would never be so careless. Whatever creature is doing this, it must be some beast with a low IQ. That’s what your first thought is.
Normally, you wouldn’t care about more humans going missing in town. But if the townsfolk start getting suspicious, they might begin to suspect you. Or they might go to greater lengths to protect themselves at night, making it more difficult for you to feed.
You’ll be damned if you get blamed for the careless actions of some beast.
So, you decided to set out one night in search of the creature that’s been causing so much havoc. Walking around the dimly lit streets, it’s quieter than it’s ever been. The bars are closed, and people are locked inside their homes.
“How annoying,” you say to yourself, your eyebrow twitching as your stomach rumbles, “If I ever want to eat again, I better get rid of this pest fast.”
As you walk further into the slums of town, you smell something foul. “Ngh, what is that putrid stench?” You cough and cover your nose.
Before you even get the chance to turn around, something is pouncing on you. A large, warm, heavy body pins you to the ground.
“You smell real good, pretty lady!” A raspy voice shrills with glee as sharp fangs gleam in front of your face, “Bet you taste real good too.” The creature groans as he opens his mouth, saliva dripping down onto your cheek.
“Get away from me!” you yell. Using your full supernatural strength, you push the large creature off of you, sending his body hurling backwards and crashing into a pile of wooden crates. He yelps as he crashes into them.
With a look of utter disgust, you stand and wipe the saliva from your face, then you look over at the creature. Everything had happened so fast that you didn’t get a good look at him until now. He has human characteristics, but he’s much taller and more muscular than your average human. Not to mention the fur covering parts of his body. Poking from his long dark hair are two large fluffy ears. Large, sharp claws on his hands and feet - and a deadly mouth of fangs. Yellow glowing eyes, and a long fluffy tail hanging from his tattered pants. There’s no doubt in your mind that this creature is a werewolf.
But despite his wolf-like characteristics, the thing that stands out the most to you are the dark, ink-like birthmarks splayed across his face and chest. You have a fleeting thought that they are beautiful before you snap yourself out of it.
“Well, that explains the smell and the low IQ,” you mutter to yourself.
“Hey!” he growls and pushes himself up to his feet, “Who’re you callin' dumb?!”
“You,” you look at him with disdain, “I should’ve known only a werewolf would be so idiotically careless to hunt so sloppily in a town full of humans.”
“Why do you care, huh?! And why is a silly little human so strong anyway? You ain’t no werewolf hunter, are you?”
“No, you imbecile,” you roll your eyes, “I’m a vampire.”
His eyes narrow, and the fur on his back stands on end. He’s never gotten into a fight with a vampire before, but he knows that they usually don’t end until someone is dead.
The history between vampires and werewolves is long and gruesome. They’ve been enemies for centuries, so to say that there is tension between you and the creature in front of you would be an understatement.
You may think that he’s foul and pathetic, but you'd rather not kill him if you don’t have to. But judging by the stance that he’s getting in, and the way that his tail sways side to side. He has no intentions of backing down.
But before either of you can make a move, you hear a group of humans approaching. Too many to take on without risking your life. A wave of panic surges through both of you as you hear them getting closer. His eyes meet yours for a brief moment, pure fear in his gaze.
You don’t know how to help him, let alone if you can even trust him. But you wouldn’t be able to forgive yourself if you left him to be slaughtered by the humans. So, in the heat of the moment, you whisper, “This way!” and run into a nearby alleyway.
He doesn’t question it, and follows you.
You know this town like the back of your hand, so you figure you’ll be able to lose the group of humans in the maze of alleyways.
He runs like his life depends on it, desperately trying to catch up to you but you’re much faster than him.
“Slow down!” he yelps, trying to keep up.
“Just keep running! I’m not going to get caught because you’re too slow!”
“Ngh,” he grunts, and uses his legs to propel himself forward. Once he catches up enough, he grabs you by the waist and pulls you into a crevice between two brick buildings.
“What are you doing-?!” you say, furious, but he quickly covers your mouth with his large, calloused hand. He presses his body flush against yours, holding you impossibly close to him. Your hearts beating in sync as the two of you wait for the danger to pass.
Less than a minute later, the humans run past you without noticing a thing. Finally, he releases you from his grasp.
“Ugh, you stink!” You scrunch up your nose and push yourself away from him.
“C’mon, I ain’t that bad,” he says sheepishly.
“You smell like you roll around in filth all day.”
“Don’t pretend like you don’t like me,” he smirks, cornering you again.
“How dare you!” you scowl, “I want nothing to do with the likes of you!”
“Then why didn’t you just fly away?” he says with a cocky grin, “I know you coulda turned into a bat. But you didn’t wanna leave me behind, huh?”
You don’t even give him the courtesy of a response. Quickly turning into a bat and flying away, back to your manor. But you didn’t just leave because you wanted to; you left because you didn’t want him to see you blushing.
Days pass, and you have almost forgotten about the werewolf. That is, until you hear claws scratching on your front door. Only to open it and see the same boy from a few nights ago, staring at you like a stray puppy begging to be let in.
You shouldn’t have let him in, you know you shouldn’t have. But it was raining and he looked so cold…
“Wow! This place is huge. Are you a princess or somethin’?” he says as he walks inside, his claws tapping against the floor as he walks.
“Stop asking questions and just be happy I let you inside.” You lead him further, to a large fireplace so he can warm himself up.
“Thanks,” he smiles as he sits in front of the fire, his tail wagging happily behind him. He seems a little too happy to be here with you. But it’s very rare that anyone shows him even an ounce of kindness, so this means more to him than you know.
“My name’s Gyutaro by the way… heh, sorry I didn’t introduce myself earlier.”
“It’s ok, I didn’t expect to ever see you again. Let alone let you into my home,” you smile ever so faintly, your walls starting to come down. “My name is Y/N.”
“Y/N?” he repeats, “That’s cute.”
You roll your eyes as you sit beside him on the rug. It’s a peculiar sight. A werewolf and a vampire sitting beside one another, having a friendly conversation. One that doesn’t end in violence and bloodshed. Just two creatures of the night enjoying each other’s company. You aren’t used to talking to people or even having friends. You usually just keep to yourself, only going out when you need to feed. To say that your life has been lonely would be an understatement.
And you have a feeling that Gyutaro’s life isn’t so different from yours.
“So, Gyutaro…” you say shyly, doing your best to attempt at conversation, “I didn’t know there was a werewolf in town. Are you new to town?”
His ears twitch and his expression turns somber, “Yeah, I’m from the city… but I haven’t been a werewolf for very long.”
“Oh, I see.” You swallow dryly, not sure what to say next.
“I actually died from the plague,” he says, looking straight into the flames, “Well kinda.”
Your blood runs cold. The plague has been running rampant across the country. You’ve seen how bad it’s gotten, but you’re lucky enough to be immortal and not have to fear catching the plague.
“In the city, they just dump the bodies outside,” he continues, “In the slums. Once the pile gets big enough, they burn ‘em. When they dumped me, I wasn’t dead yet. But it was only a matter of time. Not much they could do… But I guess a werewolf was scavenging the bodies for food. He bit me, and that’s how I got turned.”
“Oh my god,” you gasp in disbelief, “I’m so sorry you went through that.” You know that your words can’t ease his suffering, but you try your best. Putting your hand on his shoulder in an attempt to comfort him.
“It’s alright. It saved my life, honestly. I ain’t sick no more and I’m stronger than ever,” he shrugs and offers you a genuine smile, “After I turned, I healed up pretty quickly. My sores healed and I can finally walk again. Turnin’ into a werewolf was the best thing that ever happened to me.”
You smile and gently pet the fur going down his back, “I’m glad fate was looking out for you that night. And um… well, if you need a place to stay for a while, I have plenty of room here,” you say shyly.
“S-Seriously? You really don’t mind?”
“Not at all. It’s… been nice talking to you, actually. I wouldn’t mind having you around more often.”
He looks into your eyes, something deep and intense burning in his gaze as he stares at you. Something in the air has changed, but you can’t tell what.
“You’re real special, y’know…? Even when I was a human, no one was kind to me,” he leans in closer, his nose almost touching yours, “I’ll stay as long as you want, Y/N… maybe I’ll never leave.”
And before you can open your mouth to respond, he’s on you. His lips pressing against yours. Soft at first, but quickly getting deeper, more passionate. His body pushing forward until you’re lying on the rug beneath him.
You don’t know it yet, but Gyutaro is imprinting on you. The moment you first showed him kindness, he knew that he had to make you his. Following your scent all the way back to your manor after the night you first met. He circled your home for hours, watching and waiting.
Never in the history of your species' existence has a werewolf imprinted on a Vampire. You are the first.
And as Gyutaro carefully pulls away from the kiss, staring down at you with a mix of primal hunger and lust, he whispers, “You’re mine.”
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＼*)
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,” Gyutaro 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.
✩ 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•͈)
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."
ꔫ‧₊ Summary When Gyutaro invited you to come with him to an all-expenses-paid company event at an island resort, it felt like a dream come true. But to Gyutaro, it was nothing more than a stressful work trip. However, you'll quickly prove him wrong. Because when Gyutaro is alone with you, he can't help but let down some of his walls. Maybe you can show him how to relax for once.
ꔫ‧₊ Content Gyutaro x female!reader, Modern au, Boss & secretary relationship, Gyutaro is married, age gap, angst
ꔫ‧₊ Note 2.4k words. Hey guys! Sorry for the late update. I have been super busy with work and traveling lately, so I didn't have any time to sit down and write. This is my first free weekend since I posted the last chapter. But my work trips have inspired me to write this chapter, so I hope you all enjoy it! And thanks for reading! ଘ(´ 3`)ଓ
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This is the first time you’ve gotten to hang out with Gyutaro alone and outside of work. Sure, it was technically still for work, but he looked so much more casual than usual.
Sitting beside you on an airplane, he wears a pair of slacks and a white button-down top. He looks nice, but something about the absence of a suit and tie made him feel exposed.
But even so, he was in a better mood than usual and so are you. It was last week that Gyutaro invited you on this trip. It’s the “Annual Global Partner Conference,” and Gyutaro was expected to give several presentations during the four-day event. It isn’t just a regular work trip though, it’s to be held at an exclusive tropical resort nestled along the coast of a private island. A work trip disguised as an island getaway. There would be meetings, networking events, and plenty of downtime. To you, it sounded like a dream come true, but to Gyutaro it sounded like a logistical nightmare. That’s why he invited you.
He told you that you did not have to come if you didn’t want to, but he would feel at ease if you accompanied him. Ever since you started working for the company, his stress has decreased drastically, and everything has been streamlined, honestly he knows he would be a wreck at this event if you weren’t by his side. So he was delighted when you agreed.
A part of you felt flustered at the thought of going to an island resort with your attractive boss, without his wife. The possible scenarios of getting closer to Mr.Shabana fill your mind, but you try to push them aside and remind yourself that this trip is for work, not pleasure.
“I-I’ve never flown first class before,” you say sheepishly.
“Well, you’re in for a treat. Order anything you’d like, it’s covered by the company,” he smiles softly. Looking down at you and quickly darting his eyes away as if he’s afraid of staring for too long. Your casual attire has him feeling differently too.
As the plane begins to take off, you notice the way Gyutaro grips the armrest tightly, looking nervous.
“Nervous flyer?” You ask.
“I just… don’t like not being in control,” he admits reluctantly, his voice cracking slightly but you find it cute.
Without thinking, you gently rest your hand on the back of his, just for a moment in an attempt to give him comfort.
His cheeks turn red and he quickly turns away, not wanting you to see how flustered he is by your touch of kindness. Wanting to keep his relationship with you strictly professional, he’s afraid to let you see parts of him that he isn't used to showing. The vulnerable side to him that has only led to rejection and hurt when shown to anyone other than his dog. But he can already tell that it’s going to be incredibly difficult to keep up the facade on this trip.
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The flight felt much faster than it actually was. But to be fair, you did fall asleep, your head leaned against Gyutaro’s shoulder while he scrolled through documents on his laptop. He’s glad you were asleep so you wouldn’t notice how slow he was reading due to him getting distracted.
He can’t even remember the last time a woman was so casually comfortable around him, and to say he was addicted to the feeling would be an understatement.
“Wow!” you chime with excitement as the shuttle drops the two of you off at the resort, “This place is unreal!”
Your eyes are wide with awe as you take in your surroundings. All around you are tall palm trees, golden beaches, and turquoise waves.
Gyutaro can’t help but chuckle, finding your excitement cute. He’s been to these conferences so many times that he’s forgotten how beautiful it was here, always too distracted by important documents and business deals.
“There’s plenty of time to visit the beach after the welcome dinner if you’d like,” he says as the two of you walk inside, the concierge taking your luggage.
“Will you come with me?” you ask innocently.
“Wh-er um… I… you want me too?” he chokes on his words, his eyes almost popping out of his head as he looks at you like you just said something completely absurd.
“Yes, of course!” you chirp, “I’ve seen how hard you work at the office! I think you deserve to relax a little.”
It was truly an innocent request from you. But even something so innocent and genuine has Gyutaro in disbelief. He can’t believe that you actually want to spend time with him when it’s not mandatory. Even when he goes on vacation with his wife, it’s rare that she would ask him to go somewhere with her that isn’t a Louis Vuitton store.
“I um… s-sure. We can go after dinner,” he says shyly. This is the first time you’ve seen him like this. Instead of the cold and calculated businessman who seems to have a constant headache, he’s like a shy boy who got asked out on a date for the first time.
Feeling his cheeks heat up again, Gyutaro quickly changes the subject, “Let’s go to our rooms,” he says as he hands you your room key.
The two of you head up to the 14th floor, both of your rooms nestled conveniently beside each other. “Meet me in the lobby at 4:30 for dinner, ok?” he tries to say sternly, in his usual grumpy businessman voice, but it doesn’t sound quite the same as it does back home.
“Yes, sir! See you soon,” you grin, your joy seeming to explode through your voice as you speak.
The inside of your room is stunning. A king-size bed sits beside large floor-to-ceiling windows. And tall doors leading to a balcony with a beautiful view of the ocean. As you step out onto the balcony, you see Gyutaro from the corner of your eye. Stepping out onto his balcony as well, taking in the gorgeous view.
You don’t know if he’s noticed you yet, so you decide to say something, “You really brought me to paradise, Mr.Shabana.”
He tilts his head to look at you, a stray curl falling in front of his face, “You’ve earned it.”
You’re cheeks flush pink at his praise. “Do you think you’ll be able to relax while we’re here?”
He leans on the railing with a deep sigh, “I don’t know how to relax,” he says honestly.
“Maybe I can help with that,” you smile.
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For that night’s dinner, you made sure to put on something that was appropriate for the event. A sleek dress that is form-fitting but also very professional. You had no doubt that you would look good by Mr.Shabana’s side.
And that you did. Everyone at the dinner was kind and professional. Gyutaro even introduced you to the CEO of the company, Muzan Kibutsuji. He had a cold and calculating demeanor, not too different from the one Gyutaro has, but his was much more intense. Nonetheless, he was kind to you, and even more so to Gyutaro. You could tell by the smile on his face that it meant a lot to Gyutaro when he received praise from his boss.
For the dinner itself, you and Gyutaro sat at a table with other big shots within the company. Even a few company partners from other parts of the world. Everything was going smoothly until a greasy man with a cocky grin spoke up.
“Mr.Shabana, is that your secretary?” he points to you and whistles, “Must be nice havin’ a hot piece like that walkin’ around the office! I’m surprised you get any work done with her around.” He chuckles, causing some of the other men in the group to laugh as well.
You feel your cheeks heat up with embarrassment. You shrink back into your seat, wishing you could just disappear.
“She’s here because she’s competent,” Gyutaro says coldly, his eyes shooting daggers at the man, “Not because I needed something to look at.”
The man gulps, grinning awkwardly like it was just a joke, “Right, right,” he mutters, “I didn’t mean anything by it… just making conversation.”
Gyutaro didn’t respond, he simply continued eating his meal. The rest of the men at the table go quiet, everyone on edge now. As they should be, because Gyutaro’s position is above all of them, and each one of them is fearing for their jobs right now. All because some idiot had to make a sexist comment, and they had to laugh along. Well, it’s obvious Gyutaro didn’t find it very funny.
You feel awkward and still slightly embarrassed, but you do feel grateful that Gyutaro stood up for you. The rest of the dinner seemed to last an eternity. But once it finally ends, the two of you return to your rooms to get ready for the beach.
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Meeting Mr.Shabana by the beach, you can’t help but grin at the sight of him. He actually looks like a person on vacation.
“You’re wearing sandals!” you chuckle as you approach him.
Gyutaro frowns, trying to stop himself from smirking, “Don’t tell Tengen… he’ll never shut up about it.”
“I won’t,” you giggle, finding it cute.
Gyutaro lets a smile reach his lips when he thinks you aren’t looking. The two of you walking side by side along the ocean's edge.
“Hey…” Gyutaro breaks the comfortable silence, “I’m sorry about earlier. Are you ok?” His voice sounds softer than it ever has, caring and vulnerable.
“Y-Yeah, I’m ok,” you nod and look up at him, “Thank you for defending me.”
“It’s not about defending,” he says flatly, “You aren’t here to be gawked at. You’re here because you’re good at your job. And I don’t want anyone to mistake that.”
“Thank you,” you say quietly, stepping a bit closer to him, your hand lightly brushing against his, “I feel like most men wouldn’t say anything… they would just laugh.”
“I’m not like most men.”
“You’re right, you’re not.”
Gyutaro shifts uncomfortably, his feet sinking into the soft sand. Something warm spreads in his chest, but it isn’t a feeling he’s used to. It feels good, yes, but the unfamiliarity of being vulnerable with someone makes him uncomfortable.
Without saying anything, you turn right and start walking towards the ocean. Kicking off your sandals and walking into the soft waves.
“H-Hey!” Gyutaro stutters, “Where are you going?”
“I’m going in the water!” you shout, “I know I’ll regret it if I don’t get in at least once! You should come too!”
Gyutaro frowns as he watches you walking into the shallow water. The orange glow from the setting sun envelops your soft skin and reflects on the beautiful waves. It’s like a scene from a vacation ad.
“She’s not even wearing a swimsuit…” he whispers to himself as he watches you have no regard. You’re so carefree and fun, something he isn’t used to having in his life. “Fuck it,” he says to himself as he kicks off his sandals and joins you. No longer caring if he gets his expensive clothes dirty. Because clothes can always be rebought, but moments like these are rare and fleeting.
“Haha, why do you look so scared?” you tease, “The water is warm!”
“I’m not scared!” he grumbles back, “I’m just… not used to having fun, I guess.”
“Well, that’s gonna change,” you say, playfully splashing him.
Gyutaro’s eyes widen, and he just stares at you. You actually splashed him. And that simple carefree action is what breaks his role as your boss. No, in this moment he doesn’t have to be your boss. He can forget about that role for now and just be Gyutaro.
And once that switch flips in his mind, he lets loose. Splashing you back with the widest smile you’ve ever seen grace his face. The two of you frolick in the water, splashing each other with not a care in the world. Gyutaro even holds your hand when big waves come, afraid that you’ll get knocked over.
Who knows how long the two of you have been out there, but the sun is over the horizon now. The two of you are exhausted, soaked, and panting as you sit on the wet sand. Enjoying the soft waves that come over your toes as you sit beside each other.
“Want to see something cool?” Gyutaro grins.
“What?”
He digs his hands into the wet sand. Bringing them back up, holding a clump of seemingly normal sand. But when you look closer, you see a bunch of little bugs wriggling around.
“Ew!” You squeal, “What is that?!”
“They’re sand fleas,” he chuckles, “Cool, right?”
Leaning closer to him, you look down into his palms to get a better look, “I’ve never seen those before. They live in the sand?”
“Yeah,” he nods, “They burrow in the sand.” He places them back on the ground, and they promptly dig their way back under the sand. Disappearing within seconds.
“That’s pretty cool,” you smile. At first, you were grossed out by the bugs, but seeing Gyutaro’s interest in them made you happy.
“When I was a kid, I’d dig them up and put them in my sister’s hair,” he laughs, recalling a happy memory he hasn’t thought about in a very long time.
“You’re a menace,” you chuckle, “I didn’t know you had a sister.”
“Yeah, her name is Ume. She works in the fashion industry, so she’s usually pretty busy. But she’s the best,” he looks into the horizon, lost in happy memories, “Maybe you can meet her one day.”
“I’d love to,” you smile and lean your shoulder against his.
His breath hitched at the touch, the simple gesture of genuine affection from you. He doesn't say anything, but his head feels fuzzy and his chest is warm.
You actually care about the things he enjoys. Even if they seem insignificant or small, you show interest in them because they make him happy. He can’t think of a single time his wife has done that. Not that he ever tries to share things with her anymore. You’re the first person in a very long time that he’s felt comfortable enough around to let down some of his walls. It seems small, but to him it’s significant.
As he sits there staring up at the picturesque ocean view, with your warmth radiating by his side, he doesn’t feel like a man with a bitter marriage, a monstrous reflection, or a life of cold obligations.
