An asexual writes smuts

1. The first fanfic I made and it was illegal

Author's note: 1/2

Please you can just skip to the next one. Don't dare to read this, for you and my sake. I'm only posting this for documentary reasons. ;-;

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It was a cold night, cicadas were buzzing, the stars are shining and the sound of the village people asleep. At the house of an individual calligrapher contemplating of what he did the whole day instead of practicing on his calligraphy, he sat alone.

'Come on, come on, focus focus FOCUS!!!' The calligrapher thought extremely to himself. He stretched out his arm, dragging his hand atrempting a character, in the end the paper he just wrote on ended up on the floor resting with the others.

"I DIDN'T DEVELOP MY SKILL AT ALL! GOING TO THIS ISLAND WAS SUPPOSE TO HELP ME BUT I ENDED UP WITH JUST ONE!" The black haired calligrapher continued to rant to himself alone in his home as his hand turned into a fist and starts banging on the floor with his down on the floor, crouching. A waterfall of tears came down his face making a puddle of tears. Handa composes himself so that he can attempt to do another one. He sits up straight, grabs his brush, dips it into the ink and continued on.

A faint of footsteps were approaching his back door until it stopped right in front of his back door. Handa who was so focused on his work, was not aware of the footsteps approaching, continued on without a care. The calligrapher who was still focusing on his work did not notice his back door open and the footsteps approaching the calligrapher. The hand of this uninvited guest rested on the calligrapher's waist which startled him on his wits making him jump.

"WHAAA!! WHO ARE YOU!!" Handa shouted at this person who was resting on him. He looked back and sees a blonde lock. Seeing the blonde lock, he knew who this is but wonders why he is here. "Ah, Hiro??" Handa said confused. "What are you doing here?" He questions the highschooler. The highschooler did not respond but held the calligrapher from behind, making the calligrapher awkward and confused as to what the son of the village chief is doing in his house in the middle of the night. Handa once again attempts to question him. "Uh, H-Hiroshi.. Oi.. What-" his question was cut off by Hiro who snuggled in closer. The hands of the highschooler hugged the waist of the calligrapher tighter, his head was by the crook of the calligrapher's neck making him hold back his voice because of his sensitivity on his neck, and making his cheeks a slight pink. The calligrapher was awkward and uncomfortable of how the highschooler was this close to him. The confusion on this situation was lightened by the odor of alcohol. Handa knew now why Hiro was acting weird it was because of the strong smell of alcohol. "U-Uh Hiro, have you been drinking?" Handa questions but as he expected there was still no answer. Handa sighs at this situation not knowing what to do. 'Oh well, I hope this won't go any worse.' Just right after he thought of that, he felt a warm and wet sensation by his neck, Handa knowing that was Hiro's tongue. Handa could no longer contain his voice, he let out a moan. Because of that sound, the hand of the drunk highschooler went under the calligrapher's t-shirt. Honda's moan were no longer quiet, he tries to pry the arms of Hiro but was weak to do it. The hands continued going up to reach its destination. Handa by now is breathing heavily, his cheeks were flushed, trying to hold back his moans and a sweat runs down his face. The fingers of the drunkard found what he was looking for, he lightly squeezed it then "Ah!" Hands moans louder. Satisfied by the reaction, he continues to play with him with his tongue running along by his neck and sucking the part where Handa reacted and playing with his nipples more. Handa is there trying his best to hold back his voice but failing to do so and he couldn't help but get hard. Hiro noticing this, his hands slowly reaches south making Handa moan more. His right hand going under his shorts made Handa harder. The hand strokes Handa but his boxers were in the way making him want more. "H-Hiro, p-please." Handa begs. "Please what, Sensei?" The highschooler speaks for the first time of the night. "Please t-touch me." Handa says with flushed cheeks, hands on his face and his thighs close together. "I can't hear you." "P-please make me cum!" Hands says no longer in a whisper. "With pleasure." The highschooler grins. His hands goes under the calligrapher's boxers and held its member, the thumb goes to the tip and massaged it making Handa moan loud... er. The hands going up and down repeating the process until precum was flowing out, Handa was about to come, but Hiro had other plans. He stopped in which Handa accidentally whined, quickly covers his mouth out of embarrassment. "Why did y-" His question was cut short as he felt a finger go in his ass. "A-Ah! Hiro! W-what are you doing!?" Handa asks in pain, his hand holds Hiro's arm tightly. Hiro continue on until his whole middle finger was in. Since Hiro stopped, Handa was breathing heavily out of relief. Just as he opened his mouth to speak the finger inside him moved again.... and scene
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Author's note: 2/2

Took me how many years to realize that this ship is illegal. Well, I was like 14 or 15 at that time making this and didnt know any better. Welp, this obviously stays discontinued.

*dying noise* this just cringy as hell

The first smut I made in which i found in my phone just there for how long and is also unfinished... this was like way before the pandemic. Everything in this fanfic to writing skills is just wrong. This is a bakemuno fanfic....

forgive my young uneducated naive past self (ノ٥ ╯ロ╰)ノ