《Rewritten Kink & Lemons!!!》23. Gyutaro x !Oiran!Reader
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~Y/n pov~
I shut the door closed and sighed as I walked back to my seat, sitting in front of a mirror and looking at the beautiful colors of makeup on my eyes and cheeks.
Whenever I was alone in my chambers, I felt watched. But I shrugged it off, I was used to it. Being watched and admired by every woman and man in the district.
Men would always try to afford my time, they'd want me to perform for them or even sleep with them. I never slept with those pigs, even if they had money, I could earn that in many different ways.
Dancing and instrumental performances were enough. I moved the mirror and saw something move. I gasped and stood, spinning around to see nothing there.
I held my chest and felt my heart racing. It was my imagination. . . It was only my imagination. I sighed before sitting down, I turned back and looked at the thing that faced me.
I didn't scream, panic, or gasp in fear. His body was skinny and his hair such a green color. His head slowly tilted as he looked at me.
"Why aren't you screaming?" He asked with a confused smile on his face, I would expect myself to scream and try to run from this demon.
But I couldn't.
"I. . . Don't scream. It is not appropriate for an Oiran." I said back, with a surprisingly calm voice.
"Such beautiful skin you have~"
"Thank you. . . Such a strange color of hair you have. . ."
"What's that supposed to me-"
"-I like it." I finished.
He was crouched over it in front of me, his yellow eyes looking in mine and I was gazing at the black mark across his face.
"Your a demon. . ."
"I am a demon. . . Are you scared?"
"No."
"Why not?"
"Your not going to harm me. . . Somehow. . . Even if your a demon, something is strange about you. Not in a bad way, sometimes I feel bad for demons. You must've had a hard life before you became one. . ."
When I said those words, a glimpse or remorse and empathy shined in his eyes. I stood up and walked to the shelves, I grabbed two small cups and fresh tea before walking back and sitting down in front of him again.
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"What's your name?" I asked as I poured the fresh hot tea into the cups.
". . . Gyutaro. . . You?" He questioned, most likely still wondering why I haven't ran or threw the tea in his face.
"I'm Y/n, Y/n L/n. Here you go, I don't know if demons eat or drink anything besides blood but. . . I just want to talk." I said, I blew on my tea and drank it.
"Why. . . Why do you want to talk? To someone like me?" He asked.
"I don't judge people or demons because of what they look like or sound like. . . I judge on personality and their past life choices. . ."
"What happened to you then?"
I looked at him and set my tea down. Cleaning my lips and grabbing ahold of a moist rag.
"When I was young, I had a little brother. . . You almost remind me of him. . . He loved the color green. . . A little too much. . . It's what lured him to his death, he would always wonder in the forest to find four leafed clovers. . . But. . . He was devoured by a demon and I was the one who found his body. . . And the demon was still there. . . I didn't blame the demon, even he was sobbing and begging for forgiveness from me, saying that he didn't mean to and that his demonic instincts took over. . . I didn't blame him. . . I buried my brother and soon became a Oiran." I answered.
Gyutaro stared at me with guilt, I could sense the tense and sorrow feeling flooding the room. He sighed and told me about his life, his sister, and how they became demons. He said how I was different from other human beings, that if we met each other back then. . . Everything would've been different.
I cleaned my face from the makeup and undid my hair, Gyutaro had a pink blush on his face as he watched me.
"What?"
"Nothing. . . Your just. . . Beautiful."
"Hm hm, thank you. I think your handsome." I grinned.
"I am not handsome."
"How would you know? I like the way you look, Gyutaro."
"You're just saying that to be nice. . . I look like a monster. . . You can see my bones. . ."
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"I don't care about your bones, to me I think your handsome."
"Ha, really? Prove it then." He said.
"Shake my hand. . . If you hesitate. . . Then your disgusted by me." He held out his boney hand and waited for me.
I moved closer and took his hand.
"Still don't believe me?" I asked, everything happened quickly, he didn't have time to process what just went down.
I held his face and leaned forward to kiss his lips. He was stunned at the action I made, I sat back and still had his hand in my own.
"Does that work for you?" I giggled.
He did nothing at first, until he leaned to me and kissed me once more. Like he was hungry for something like this, he's never been with a woman before, so I'll need to lead him myself.
I shoved the tea and cups away. I gently pulled him forward and let him kiss me. He held my hand with one hand and my jaw with the other, he was excited. I lifted my hips and pressed against his erection, he stopped and looked at me.
"W-What are we doing?"
"Expressing our feelings, Gyutaro~ Trust me." I said, he kissed me and allowed my hands to undo his coverings.
"You don't want to do this with someone like me."
"Gyutaro, I don't care about your looks~ let's just enjoy this night together~"
He was turned on by this. He opened my robe and kissed my neck as his tongue licked around my breasts, I bit my finger as he kissed down to my stomach.
My body moved on it's own, press more against his body and his erection. His fingers traced over my core. I spread my legs wider to give him space, he tip pressed against me, he softly added not much pressure. Unsure of what to do.
"I got it, don't worry~" I reassured, I gently held his dick and guided him inside of me.
A loud groan came from him as he continued to keep penetrating me, winces and squeaks came from me. I held his shoulders and let him begin to move, thrusting slowly with shaking arms. I brought him down to kiss me again and he slipped his tongue inside of my mouth, my knees pressed him down onto me as he rolled his hips and a repeating motion.
He whispered small curses in my ear as he picked me up and hugged me close to him. I kissed his neck and cheek before his lips, he growled as he started to get slightly rougher.
"Gyutaro~ G-Gyu- AhH!~"
"Y/n~ You feel amazing!~" He snarled, his teeth bit into my shoulder as he squeezed my ass.
My abdomen was growing tight already, my muscles were tense as my core was painfully twisting up. Gyutaro was fully slamming into me, he was holding back his strength on me. He held up my hips and laid my upper body down on the floor.
My back was bent as he held my hips up, still thrusting and fucking the sense out of me.
"Gyutaro!~"
"S-Something is happening! I-I'm- Hah~" he huffed.
"Do it! C-Cum inside of me!~" I mewled.
He pulled my hips fully onto him, we both cummed at the same time. My inner walls clenching around his cock and his cum filling me up to the fullest.
Gyutaro fell onto my chest and rested his head on my breasts, both of us sweating and hot.
". . . Are you okay?"
"I'm good. . . Gyutaro. . . Will you be back soon?" I asked.
"Why are you asking me that?"
"Because. . . The sun is coming up. . ."
"Oh. . . I. . . I will be. . . Thank you. . . For being kind and doing. . . This with me?"
"No problem. . . Your welcome, Gyutaro~" I sighed as I hugged him close to me.
He sighed and held me close to him, our hearts beating in sync.
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