Gintoki X Reader - 18+ Smut??? (contains weird ass kinky shit) 😳🥵🥴😩🍆💦

You are so awkward.

The day ended peacefully with not many complaints. You kinda wished you saw Gintoki, because after all, you know... this is a fan fic. You stretched a bit and headed back together with Otae, as she promised to let you stay temporally. As you walked, you stumbled across Hasegawa. He put his hand over Otae's shoulder. You could smell alcohol. Otae uppercutted him and left, leaving him in the middle of the streets.

As you approach the dojo, you saw the sunrise behind the silhouette of the run-down house.

"It's quite pretty, isn't it?" Otae asked, staring at the ball of fire that floated in space.

"It is," you answered, trying to sound cool.

The morning wind brushed against your skin. You shuddered.

"The wind is troubled today," you looked up at the fast moving clouds.

Otae looked at you.

What are you saying? Why did you say that? Are you trying to sound philosophical? Are you trying to look cool? You're not cool. Nothing that you just said is cool. What does "the wind is troubled today" mean? Are you trying to sound relevant by adding some 'Daily Lives of High School Boys' references? Are you trying to be Hidenori?

Otae looked away.

"Is it?" She asked, which is followed by a soft snort.

This is it. Otae is laughing at you. You have no more chances with her. You should have just stopped at the "It is" part. You can't stop it now. You have to continue with your poem. you have to continue with your Haiku.

"It seems as if it's crying from a heart break," you continued, looking down now.

Standing outside the dojo, there is an idiot. Guess who is that idiot? It's you of course, you bastard! What are you, a wind whisperer? Why are you saying this as if you know what the wind is going through? You're not smart! In fact, you're stupid. That's right. You're just a bald baby trying to sound cool after you watched an episode of Yu-Gi-Oh. Even your down there is bald. You're just bald in general. I bet your hair is lessening whoever is reading this. I bet you're just a middle aged old woman who likes young men. I bet you're the type to squeal when you see a handsome oppa from the latest Kdrama that is trending now.

"Oh really? What happened?" Otae questioned looking up, while trying to stifle her laughter. Tears flow down her cheeks. She trembles.

"She fell for the autumn rain, who fell for the autumn wind,"

"Oh... so the wind and the rain are in a relationship?"

もう、いいですか? もう、いいですか?? お前は馬鹿ですか? Stop for God's sake. I cannot bear this type of second-hand embarrassment. Just shut up. Be quiet. Who are you trying to impress? Even Hidenori would facepalm at your stupidity. I have no words.

(AN: I have set a trap for myself. Why. I'm not good at english as you can see. Why did I make myself write some kind of poem? I suck at poems.)

"No, the winter wind is heartbroken, as the autumn wind has rejected her feelings,"

You close your eyes. Fighting back the feeling of wanting to pull your eyeballs out of it's sockets, you open the main doors and let Otae enter. A way of signalling that you want to end this conversation.

After sleeping, it was 1 o'clock already. You got up and decided to eat lunch by licking the insides of the refrigerator. You opened the freezer part of the refrigerator and saw stacks and stacks of Bargain Dash. You decided to leave that compartment alone and move on to the fridge part of the refrigerator. It was filled to the brim with eggs. You decided to just settle on the dust under the refrigerator.

"Ahhh!!! Who are you?!" A virgin otaku's voice rang out. You turned around to see a familiar face.

"Ill Smith?"