Is there anyway you could do a jealous Gyutaro x fem reader oneshot? 💝🤗
Choice for Ugly Love
Author's note: Thank you so much for requesting! I was secretly hoping someone would request for Gyutaro. I loved writing this, and I hope this fulfills your expectations! I'm also very sorry it took me this long to post!
February Event
Pairing(s):Gyutaro x fem!reader
Summary:
Gyutaro believes he’s too hideous to be loved, so when you show him kindness, he clings desperately. But the moment you show that same kindness to someone else, he spirals, convinced you’ll leave him like everyone else has.
Wc: 1.3k ish
The district smelled like iron and rain.
You stood beneath the narrow overhang of a crooked roof, watching the lantern flickering against the wet cobblestone.
The Entertainment District never felt quiet, but tonight felt different.
It felt too tense.
You shivered.
He was late.
A dangerous thought, considering who you were about to meet.
“What's with that face?”
The voice came from above. Lazy, rasping, and edged with something darker beneath the surface.
You didn't flinch, but the moment you heard his voice, your pulse jumped.
Slowly, you tilted your head up.
He was perched on top of the slanted roof, with his sickly green hair falling into his eyes.
His grin was stretched too wide. His sharp teeth were visible, and the sight made you shiver.
No matter the situation, there was always something softer hiding in the way his gaze locked onto you.
“Gyutaro,” you said, exhaling the breath you hadn't realized you were holding.
He dropped down beside you with unnatural silence, crouching low before straightening.
Up close, he smelled faintly of blood and damp wood, unsettling, but familiar.
Too familiar.
“You've been standing there awhile,” he muttered, his eyes narrowed. “Waiting?”
“I said I would.” You replied simply.
His lip curled. “Tch. Humans lie all the time.”
“Good thing I'm not like most humans then.”
That earned you a quiet huff.
Almost a laugh, but not quite made it there.
For a moment neither of you spoke.
The rain softened to a mist, drifting between you like a fragile curtain.
Then his gaze suddenly shifted.
Sharp and sudden.
“Who was he?”
You blinked. “What?”
“Don’t play dumb.” His voice dropped, rougher now.
“Earlier. The man who was talking to you near the street corner.”
Your stomach tightened. So he had been watching.
“He was asking for directions.” you said carefully.
Gyutaro took a step closer.
Then another.
Slowly, deliberately, until you were suddenly backed against the wooden wall that was behind you.
His presence pressed in.
It was cold and suffocating, yet it was not entirely unwelcome.
“You smiled at him.”
It wasn’t a question.
“I was being polite, and also I smile at everyone.”
“Polite,” he repeated. He said it as though the word disgusted him.
“You don’t need to be polite to trash like that.”
“He wasn’t trash. He was just-”
“-just looking at you.” Gyutaro snapped, his voice beginning to sharpen. “Like he had the right to.”
The air between the two of you shifted, heavy with something.
You held his gaze. “And?”
“And I didn’t like it.”
His confession came out raw, almost too quick. Like he hadn’t meant to say it so plainly.
Silence followed.
His face followed yours.
Looking for a reaction of some sort. Fear, maybe even rejection.
Instead you sighed softly.
“Gyutaro…”
“Don’t,” he cut in, stepping even closer. His hand slammed against the wall beside your head, trapping you fully now.
“Don’t say my name like that when you are just smiling at someone else.”
You looked at him in surprise. “Like what?”
“... like I matter.”
That caught you completely off guard
For all his cruelty, all his sharp edges and venomous words, there it was.
A crack.
Small, but undeniable.
You looked at him. You really looked at him.
There was tension in his shoulders, the way his fingers dug into the wood hard enough for it to splinter. The flicker of something uncertain buried deep within his sickly eyes.
“You do matter.” you said quietly.
His expression twisted immediately. “Liar.”
“I’m not lying.”
“Then why were you smiling at him?” he demanded, his frustration breaking through clearly.
“Why do you look at other people like that when-”
He stopped himself.
You leaned forward slightly, closing what little distance remained between the two of you.
“When what?”
His jaw tightened visibly. For a moment it looked like he might retreat.
Go back into that defensive, bitter mask that he wore so well.
But much to your surprise, he didn’t.
“When you should be looking at me like that,” he finished, his voice low and strained.
The words hung there, heavier than anything he’d said before.
You could feel his breath against your skin now.
Uneven, and shallow, waiting for your response.
Always waiting, even when he pretended not to.
“... is that what this is about?” you asked gently.
His eyes flashed.
“Don’t make it sound small.”
“I’m not,” you said. “I just didn’t realize that you cared so much.”
“I don’t.” he snapped instantly.
You raised an eyebrow.
He clicked his tongue, looking away for a split second before forcing his gaze back to you.
“I just… hate seeing people act like they can have things they don’t deserve.”
“And I’m one of those things?”
“...Yeah.”
The bluntness might have been insulting if not for the way his voice was wavering at the edges.
You let out a small breath. “You know you don’t own me, right?”
The temperature dropped.
“I know,” he said, but it sounded wrong, too tight, too forced. “Doesn’t mean I like it.”
His hand shifted, moving dangerously close to yours.
“I see the way they look at you,” he continued, quieter now. “Like you’re something clean. Something good.”
His lips curled bitterly.
“They don’t know anything.”
“And you do?”
“Yeah.”
The answer came without hesitation.
You tilted your head. “Then what am I, according to you?”
His gaze softened, just barely.
“...Mine.”
The word wasn’t loud.
But it was heavy.
Possessive, yes, but not completely.
There was hesitation in it, uncertainty, like he wasn’t sure he had the right to say it.
Like he was waiting for you to deny it.
You should have corrected him.
Should have set boundaries, pushed him back harder.
Instead, your heart did something inconvenient.
“Gyutaro…” you murmured, your voice softer now.
He stiffened slightly.
“If I smile at someone,” you said, “it doesn’t mean anything.”
His eyes narrowed again. “It means they get to see something they shouldn’t.”
Carefully, you reached out.
His body tensed immediately.
But he didn’t pull away.
Your fingers brushed against his wrist, light and cautious.
His skin was cold, but not lifeless. Not entirely.
“I’m here aren’t I?” you said.
His eyes dropped to where you touched him.
“...Yeah.”
“I chose to wait for you.”
“...You did.”
“I’m talking to you right now.”
“...Yeah.”
You gave his wrist a small squeeze.
“Then maybe you don’t need to worry so much.”
For a long moment, he said nothing.
Then suddenly he moved.
His free hand came up, gripping your chin.
Not harsh, but firm enough to tilt your face upward.
“Don’t tell me not to worry,” he muttered. “You don’t get it.”
“Then explain it to me.”
His grip tightened slightly. Not enough to hurt, but enough to make your breath hitch.
“You’re…” He hesitated, searching for words. “You’re the only thing that doesn’t make me feel like garbage.”
Your expression softened.
“And you think I’m just gonna let that be taken away?” he added, voice dropping into something darker.
“I’m not being taken away,” you said.
“You don’t know that.”
“Gyutaro-”
“What if someone stronger comes along?” he pressed. Frustration creeping back in slowly. “Someone better. Someone who actually deserves you.”
You frowned. “That’s not how it works.”
“It is for me.”
There it was again.
That crack.
You reached up, this time placing your hand over his.
He froze.
“Listen to me,” you said quietly. “No one else gets to decide what I do. Not them… and not even you.”
His jaw clenched.
“But,” you continued, softening your tone, “if it makes you feel better… I don’t want anyone else.”
That did it.
His grip loosened, just slightly.
“You don’t?”
“No.”
His eyes searched yours again. More intensely this time.
“Say it again.”
You huffed a small laugh. “You’re unbelievable.”
“Say it.”
“I don’t want anyone else,” you repeated.
Silence.
Then…
“Good.”
The word came out almost like a sigh.
His hand dropped from your chin, but he didn’t step away.
When your hand slipped into his, he didn’t let go.
A/N: So...I may or may not have tried to force myself to start writing smut because Kinktober started🤫 This is my first time ever seriously writing spicy stuff so please don't be too hard on me [no pun intended]
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This was wrong...
This was so so wrong...
But he couldn't bring himself to stop.
Wet, squelching noises filled the air, bouncing off the walls and reaching his own ears. Sweat started trailing down his temples, trailing over his marked skin and dripping off his face to soak the sheets beneath his thin body.
Gyutaro was hunched over, sitting on his Futon on the floor of his room.
Moonlight illuminated everything inside.
The walls. The furniture. The Tatami mats on the floor. And him.
Him and this pathetic state he ended up in.
Him and the way his hand was sliding over his own length, desperate and frantic.
Him and his attempt of soothing the aching boner he sported ever since he had first met them.
He couldn't get them out of his head.
Their face. Their eyes. Their smile. Their smell.
A deep, guttural groan escaped his throat as images of them flashed before his eyes. Their curves burned into his retinas as he had secretly watched them take off their Kimono. The soft way they spoke when they talked drove him crazy, imagining what they would sound like moaning his name.
Gyutaros mouth hung open as he felt the familiar knot in his abdomen tighten, his fist clenching around his cock and precum dripping down onto his fingers. "Fuck~"
His eyes were shut tight, fantasizing that it wasn't his but their hand wrapped around himself. He imagined what they would look like on their knees for him, stroking his length and placing soft kisses on his sensitive tip.
Like an Instinct, his hips bucked up into his fist, the thought alone making him moan out their name. "Just like that~" He almost whimpered, biting his bottom lip until blood started trickling out his skin.
"A little more~..." Gyutaro picked up the speed of his strokes, the filthy noises getting even louder as more and more precum started trailing down his shaft.
He was so close. So close to cumming to the image of them.
With his free hand, he tightly grabbed the sheets beneath him, the fabric straining at his strength. He could feel himself getting closer and closer to the edge of his release, desperately moving his hips up to meet the movements of his hand.
When Gyutaro finally came, all he saw was white. His eyes rolled to the back of his head, mouth wide open as drool dripped down his chin. His hand didn't stop as ropes of his warm, white semen spurted out of his dick, coating his hand, thighs and the surface beneath him. He hadn't even noticed that he had ripped his sheets in the process of cumming, his grip too strong for the poor fabric.
He should feel bad. He really should. Jerking off to a stranger....
But that didn't stop him. Didn't stop his hand from continuing to move up and down his shaft, overstimulating him in the process. Gyutaro just couldn't stop. He needed more. He needed them.
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(Warnings for Yandere themes, drinking mentioned, threats and injuries mentioned, men being creeps, catcalling, harassment, implied death/killing.)
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A tavern was a degenerate place to be.
Alcohol was served on a daily basis. Drunken men stumbled about. Bar fights were a daily occurrence. But most of all it was a dangerous place for a woman to be. More than once a fight would break out over two or more drunken patrons fighting over the right for a barmaid's attention or throwing a fit over their advances being rejected. It was a frightening sight and that's only scratching the surface. Sometimes the girls got hurt themselves in the scuffles resulting in bruises, broken bones,or sometimes worse.
You unfortunately had also gotten unwanted attention being a young beautiful woman. Never the amount of vulgar attention the barmaids or cleaners would receive because you were always stuck in the kitchen doing dishes brought in or cooking the various foods to be served, but every time you came out to help bring in dishes or help your boss behind the bar without fail you always got the usual lustful gazed and cat calls.
"Hey, Flower. Why are you always stuck in the back? Come have a drink with me.~"
"There's a woman who knows her place. In the kitchen cooking food for her man."
"What else do you serve, Girl?~"
Thankfully you didn't deal with most of it being in the back all the time but you saw how much it took a toll on some of the poor girls who took the brunt of it. Crying, shaken up, wanting to quit but some of them had no other ways to make money so they had to stay. You were one of the unfortunate ones who had no other job so you were stuck with being a cook and dishwasher until you saved up enough money to move away from this awful city and live a quiet life in the country. You could bare staying in the back for as long as you need but unfortunately your luck ran out one day.
One day another fight broke out. Nothing out of the ordinary. Some illegal gambling had been going on in the darkest corner of the tavern and one patron had become so angry after loosing all his money he started a fight by punching one man in the face which lead to an all out fight. Chairs were broken, good was split, and you perked up from washing chopsticks as a flurry of girls screamed and ran for cover in the kitchen with you. The entire ruckus lasted for over an hour and by the time the ones responsible were thrown out, everything was a total mess...Again. You had grown used to seeing such things but you were lightly surprised when one girl ripped off her apron, threw it down, and shot the owner an enraged look.
"This is no way to make a living!! At this point I'd rather accept a marriage proposal with a boar than be forced to continue this cycle!! I QUIT!!"
She stormed out leaving the rest of you to clean up the mess and you never saw her again. You didn't know the consequences of that action until you went back to work only to be cornered by the owner.
"Were down a worker so you're going to have to work both shifts until we get a new hire," he bluntly told you.
"What? But then I'll have to be scrambling between the front and the kitchen," you tried to reason, "It'll be chaos."
"Well then I guess you'll just have to make it organized chaos then."
That's the talk he gave you two months ago. Since then it's been one stressful situation after another. You quickly understood why the girls were always so paranoid when a man you didn't know had grabbed you by the waist and pulled you down against him in the chair he was sitting in. You screamed and thrashed around until he let you go laughing his head off as if your terror was the funniest thing in the world to him. And that was only your third day working between chaotically going from kitchen, cooking, rushing out orders, and back again. And you weren't paid anymore than what you were already getting for the added trouble. Instead you struggled to make ends meat doing this job.
The harassment, the touches, the leers, the comments, the catcalling-
No woman should have to go through this. It was only after you saw a married couple on the street that you had an idea. You'd buy some cheap metal ring from the local jeweler and wear it on your hand. If anyone tried anything or asked you'd say that you were already married...It probably wouldn't detour the more 'extrovert' men but maybe you'd get some relief. You decided to try it out on the first man who'd try talking to you.
"What's a pretty girl like you serving in a rancid place like this?," one old dirty looking man asked you one day while you were trying to rush between getting out drinks to him and then going back to the next table as he grinned at you.
You just forced a smile. "Working to buy my husband a gift!"
Immediately he frowned. "Husband?"
You nodded holding up your hand. "Yes. It's going to be our anniversary soon! I can't wait to see the look on his face when he sees what I get him! If you excuse me."
You didn't get anymore looks from the man that day as he just directed his gaze to a different girl. You scheme worked. Worked well enough for you to keep it up as you worked there. To your surprise it actually worked. You'd get dirtied looks a lot but a lot of the time you'd be met with angry looks like a dog who's prey slipped away. Although a lot of the time it didn't work too. Men still commented, touched, and leered-
"Why are you working here then? Does your husband not satisfy you?~"
And similar other comments. But at least it was something. One time a coworker also noticed rather quickly, it was bound to happen when you were constantly saying you were married. She pointed at your hand as you hurried to scoop out some meaty soup for a rather angry customer.
"I didn't know you got married," she pointed out.
The soup sloshed around in the bowl as you hurried to get the order out. "Ye-Yes. I-..It was a small ceremony!" You lied through your teeth quickly. You didn't like lying but if you told her you were pretending to be married..well gossip traveled fast around this place. You'd be labeled a liar and then it'd be right back to where you were before. You did NOT need the backlash like that on your head. "He doesn't like making a big scene just because we happen to be married."
Her nose wrinkled up as she still looked at your ring judging it. "Well I can see why. If he's stingy enough to get you such an awful ring then he's not a man to brag about."
Ok. Harsh considering it was you who bought yourself the ring but it was what it was. Your plan hadn't backfired until one night when the tavern was packed full. You were scrambling, running back and forth too and fro much like the other girls who were also struggling with keeping up with orders. You barely paid attention to anyone just preferring to make sure you did your job and left. Face after face and greedy expressions one after another. You had encountered them all as you worked.
Until one man grabbed your wrist.
You have one man a mug of plum rice sake before turning around and immediately freezing up as a tight grip suddenly wrapped around your wrist. A sound of alarm escaped from your throat as you were yanked around, hip painfully hitting the table, as you came face to face with a smile of rotten teeth and a massive of greasy hair.
"Where do you think you're running off too?," he asked immediately making you choke down a gag from how bad his breath was!! "Stay and keep me company."
"I'm sorry." You forced yourself to not throw up immediately from the smell and panic. "B-B-But I need to get back to work-"
That answer only resulted in the tightness of his grip increasing and suddenly your arm was slammed painfully down on the table, your shout drowned out in the mass of other boisterous rowdy customers. Fear spiked immediately as he leaned closer to you.
"Your work can wait." His words carried a sentiment you didn't like.
"I-..S-Stay back! Or I-.. I'll tell my husband! He's strong and doesn't take too kindly to those who touch his wife!!," you threatened dropping the tray with a clattered and holding up your hand to boldly display the ring on your finger.
He laughed making you wince. "Oh really? He's that dangerous? "
"Yes! He's... HE'S A SAMURAI!!," you quickly lied spouting out the first thing to pop in your mind.
He barked another laugh. "And what will you do if I don't?" He called your bluff painfully pulling you against the table harder. "After all if he wanted to keep you why let you waltz amongst men so frivolously?"
"Because.. he's.."
Desperately your eyes darted around, looking for anyone or anything to help you. Searching and searching and searching. Looking past men who laughed, talked, ate, and clinked their mugs together in solidarity. At women whom wore tired faces and constantly ran around, too occupied with their own business to pay attention to your plight. No one was going to help you.
Until your eyes managed to catch a glimpse of black.
A man maybe just two or three years older than you sat at a corner table alone. He dressed entirely in black which matched his hair and his eyes that stared solemnly at a mug he was slowly nursing, seemingly indifferent about everything going on around him but not interested in moving from his spot. But what stood out the most was the large sword on his back.
"THERE HE IS!!" You pointed desperately. "That man there in the corner. He's my husband!"
The man's brow rose before turning his head to stare at the stranger to you both. A skeptical bark of laughter escaped his throat as he turned back to you in question. "That's your husband?"
You immediately shook your head. "And if you don't leave me alone, he'll kill you!"
"Alright. If he's your husband then why don't you go tell him that I'm not going anywhere and if he wants to rescue you then he can come right over?" He finally released your sore wrist amused that you immediately threw yourself away from him heaving. "Otherwise I'm going to sit right here and wait for you to get off work."
You stood there frozen unsure of what to do. Your bluff was called. He didn't believe you were married and now he was threatening you. What were you supposed to do?! Looking between the stranger(who didn't even notice either of you) and the smirking man sat there. ...There was really only one option for you to do.
You had to follow through with the charade.
Trembling steps passed through the crowd of leers and voices blurring together even if they were directed to you. Hands clutched together as your sight only managed to see only the person ahead. A man who scowled down at his own reflection in the mug of bland sake that was too overpriced and not worth the money he paid for it. What had been an evening he hoped he could take his mind off his troubles turned to one giving him a headache. The black eyes stared hard into the cup before out of the corner of his eyes, a bright pink kimono stopped in front of his table slowly. An inward groan going off in his mind at the thought of being bothered. Mouth opening to tell the girl he didn't want anything else
But silence was the only thing that stood between them both as two pairs of eyes looked at each other. A trembling little figure like a fawn that lost its mother stood there in front of an uncertain predator. Staring at her a brow raised in question. She was certainly very beautiful and silent. Just standing there as if he should do something, and he might've. Might've told her to get lost or he didn't want anything from her. If two small trembling hands didn't immediately grab his face and something soft made contact with his lips.
The whole world seemed to stop for a long time during that moment. That KISS. A soft one filled with desperation and he felt her trembling against him as she pulled away from him and whispered against his own skin.
"Be my husband. Please?" The plea was followed by a small connection of those soft lips to sweeten the deal. "Just for a little while. I promise you won't regret it."
The trembling softness of her body was a little nudge in him. Surprise. Maybe a stirring even as he stared hard at the woman. "...Then you better prepare for the consequences of your actions."
What followed was the trembling softness being pulled against what must've been a brick wall, holding her tightly and assuredly. Lips smashed against one another in the chaos and blurred whirlwind. Now it seemed that this evening wasn't a waste after all.
You stayed that entire night sat there upon a stranger's lap as he held you against him with one arm and silently nursed that drink with his other. Awkwardly you sat there uncomfortable and silent and feeling guilty about leaving the girls a man gown. But you didn't move with the scowling man directing his gaze on you nearly the entire time the tavern was open until the tavern was forced to close and the drunk customers were forced out. You thought that was your cue to leave but you once again froze as the arm around you tightened up. You snapped to him in question and he just looked at you.
"You didn't tell me your name."
"I-I-Its Y/n," you ended up stuttering out.
That got him to look up with a thoughtful expression like he was thinking for a moment before nodding and giving you a smile back. "Kaigaku Inadama. It was nice to meet my wife tonight."
Then he simply let you go after that. You quickly got up and watched him as he simply got up, sent a smirk to you, and then just walked out the door disappearing into the crowd outside. You didn't even get to thank him having slipped your mind before you were berated for leaving everyone out to dry and made to help clean up the entire place. You didn't think you'd be getting any more trouble before your boss pulled you aside.
"Don't forget while you're here you're working! Not making love!," he scolded you.
You very confused rose a brow. "What ever are you talking about?"
"A customer complained about how you spent the entire night making love to your husband instead of serving him!" You paused as he pointed a stern finger at you. "I don't care if he's your husband. As long as you both are here he's the customer and you're the worker! You serve before you kiss! I better not get another report like this again."
Oh. He was talking about that man whom helped you. You forced a smile and nodded. "Yes. I'll...I'll be sure to talk to him about it. It won't happen again, Sir."
"It better not."
Word spread around fast but you didn't mind. If they believed you were actually married more because of that incident then you planned on using it for your advantage. What you weren't expecting was for him to come back. It was one of the rare slow days with only a handful of customers most of which was just travelers looking for a meal and rest or a local farmer wanting a break from working the fields that fed the large town. You were in the kitchen cutting potatoes when one of the girls poked their heads in.
"Y/n." You looked up from picking up another potato. She jabbed a finger over her shoulder. "Your husband wants you."
You blinked. "What?"
"Your husband's here! He said he wants to see you. Come see what he wants before the Boss gets angry again."
Your husband? But that could only mean one thing. A bad feeling in your stomach picked up as you dropped the potato and walked on over to the doorway. You stopped as soon as you caught sight of the same man sitting there at the bar head in hand. He smirked as soon as he saw you raising his other hand in greeting.
"Hi, Honey. I'm home," he said with a teasing tone as you looked MORTIFIED.
"What are you doing here?!," you hissed at him looking around approaching him. "You're gonna get me in trouble!"
He still smiled. "I can't visit my wife at work?" You pouted so cutely as he snickered. "Relax, Girl. I was just stopping by to get a drink and was wondering how you were."
You sighed reaching up to rub a temple. "I'm..fine. It's just a little rattling suddenly seeing you here. Everyone thinks you're actually my husband." Your answer made him snort in laughter. "It's not funny. I wasn't really expecting to have a real person as a part of the ruse."
"So you were pretending. And here I thought I had tempted someone's poor scared wife into my arms." He made a point to glance his eyes towards the cheap ring on your finger. "Then again I thought it strange an innocent doe like you was willing to betray her husband so quickly even in fear."
"Look. I'm very sorry for using you like that. I didn't intend to drag you into my business but I also wanted to thank you for helping me."
"Tch. You think I care? I'm glad the night wasn't a total waste. You're a decent kisser.~"
That had gotten your face a nice shade of red as he chuckled at your reaction. "JUST-...D-Dont cause anymore problems for me here. Alright?"
He only widened his smile. "Sure, Sweetheart. Whatever my dear wife wants."
You gave him a weird look but turned away to go back to the kitchen assuming he was just stupidly teasing you. Little did you know that the sword underneath the sheath he carried had a red tint to it's shine. Not long ago having..helped him take care of a problem that had been nagging at the back of his mind. As soon as he heard a certain rejected man was spreading rumors of HIS little Doe Wife...Well let's just say one problem was taken cared of which just left one other itsy..bitsy..tiny... minuscule problem..
He'd have to replace the sorry excuse of a ring for something better. After all what husband would he if he didn't provide for his wife?
