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vienssunshine · 4 months

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Good Luck!

pairing: Maki Zenin x fem!reader nsfw/cw: dom!Maki Zenin, hate/breakup sex, alcohol wc: 3.3k author’s note: this is inspired by good luck babe by chappell roan description: a bad breakup compels a male distraction, that is, until you run into your ex.

You stumble into the corner of the hallway and the man you’re pulling along doesn’t even ask if you’re okay. Or maybe he does, you can’t hear over the music blaring through your friend’s apartment. Either way, it doesn’t matter, you’re fucked up and need to be touched, now.

The door of the closet barely closes before you shut your eyes tight and pull him into a kiss. Immediately he slams the tip of his tongue against your sealed lips, demanding an entrance that you concede, opening your mouth up to him and the wet thick muscle that he plunges in and out of it. Only then you realize you’ve been holding your breath, and you shakily release it through your nose while his palms land on your waist, fingers slipping under the fabric of your going-out top.

His hands crawl up to your breasts, pawing them, and he groans your name into your mouth. You go to moan his back, but you think you’ve forgotten it. Shit, did you even ask? It doesn’t matter, you don’t need to know it. There’s no feelings, no hard conversations, no real connection. He’s just a man, and that’s what you need him to be.

You don’t want to think about it anymore, and your tug at his shirt prompts him to pull it off fast. So easy. Too easy. You rake your hands over his chest; the hair covering it is rough and prickly. So you move your hands to his head instead, knocking off his ugly baseball cap so you can spread your fingers through his short hair. He grunts, pulling your hips close to his. The raging hard-on pushing through his pants stands in stark contrast to the fact that you’re not wet—it just isn’t the same. No, you push the thought out of your head, you’ve got to keep trying.

Hand in his hair, you bring him down to your neck, having him kiss and suck at it. It feels okay, you could make it work. You tilt your chin up, close your eyes, and think of–

“Are you kidding me?” A voice pierces through the haziness of your head.

You pull the guy off of you and look over to see a figure leaning against the doorframe. Your drunken state does little to buffer the feeling of your heart plummeting into your stomach.

Maki crosses her arms. “What, only a week since we broke up? And you’re about to fuck some dude?”

Said dude puts his hands up. “Shit, sorry. I didn’t mean to get in between anything.” His voice is laden with vocal fry and a lot more nasal than you thought. Well, you were preoccupied with doing things that didn’t require it.

Maki nods her head to the party, “Why don’t you go join everyone else? I need to have a little chat with my ex here.”

Defiant, you grab his forearm. “No, stay,” you coo. You spare Maki a seething glare when you say, “We were just starting to have some fun.”

He looks to Maki, whose gaze remains icy and strong, leaving no room for opposition. Decided, the man scrambles to get his shirt from the floor and side-steps past Maki, giving you only a glance as he says, “Uh, I’ll just…I’ll see you later? Okay?”

He doesn’t wait for your response before he’s gone.

You scoff and begin fixing your disheveled shirt. Just as expected for a man, to be entirely useless and not give you what you want.

“Get that out of your system, then?” Maki taunts.

“I would have, had you not-so-kindly interrupted,” you retort.

“It was more like your hookup was interrupting the party.”

“It was not,” you counter.

“The door was wide open. It’s like you were begging me to see.” She scoffs. “Is that what that was? A set-up to make me jealous?”

You refuse to let yourself ask whether it did in fact make her jealous.

“I didn’t even know you were here,” you respond, “And not that I need to defend myself, but it wasn’t a set-up, it was real.” With a flippant shrug you add, “He’s really hot.”

She raises an eyebrow. “I thought you weren’t into men.”

“Well, I’m definitely done with women,” you say, “Men are just easier.” You press your lips together before finishing with, “You don’t get hurt.”

Maki watches you, evaluating your statement. You might have given a little more insight than you meant to.

She takes a breath and says, “So you’re just done with women, then?” She steps forward. “I have a hard time believing that.”

“You don’t know what I want,” you return, leaning back against the wall.

“I think I do.” Maki closes the closet door behind her, dimming the room so the only light is what’s coming through the crack of the door. Even if it was pitch-black, you would know her eyes are trained on you; you can feel their weight. She moves forward and places her hands on the wall behind you, her palms planted just above your shoulders. You don’t want to admit it, but it flicks on a small flame in your lower stomach. It makes you actually feel something.

You glare at her, “Even if you do, it doesn’t matter. We’re broken up.”

“Doesn’t mean I don’t care anymore.” She leans down into the crook of your neck, her breath ghosting over a now racing pulse. You stiffen, careful to not move an inch; you’re not sure what you’ll do if the lips you’ve been missing for days meet your skin. She moves to the other side of your neck, as if a puma circling its prey and deliberating where to strike. “I don’t like seeing you in pain,” she whispers the words against you, “Seeing you frustrated.”

“Fuck off,” you snarl, but your voice wavers. “You’re the reason I’m like this.”

Maki hums. “Then I should take responsibility.” She closes the gap, running her lips up your neck to your jawline until they’re right in front of yours. With her face so close, you’re able to feel her words: “If you’ll let me.”

You’d like to blame it on the alcohol, you really would, but you’re clear-headed and resolute when you smash your lips to hers. Like a hit of a drug, in a second your body fills with bliss. It’s so natural, fulfilling. It makes sense. She’s been gone only a week, but it feels like an eternity passed.

Maki’s hands drop from the wall as she draws you into her, deepening the kiss. One arm snakes around your waist and the other up your back so her fingers can tangle into your hair. You let out a sigh of pleasure, but it’s really one of relief. Then, with a firm grip on your roots, she pulls your head back, exposing your throat so she can duck down and greet it with eager lips and experimental bites. The sensations, unpredictable and delightfully rough, have you melting into the wall behind you, the arms she has wrapped around your body keeping you upright.

“Fuck, Maki,” you gasp, trying to hold your little moans back. Her attention on your neck, especially your pulse points, is sending sparks of pleasure down into the rest of your body. Your head falls back even further into her hand and she tightens her grip on your hair, sending tingles radiating all over your scalp.

“Yeah?” she says, certainly leaving a mark just above your collarbone, “Gonna say you missed me yet?”

Your hand lands on the back of her head, pushing her further into your neck, not willing to entertain her with a response. She grins against your skin before sucking another mark onto your collarbone, hard. Your hips shift, thighs rubbing together subconsciously, affected by the warm desire building between them. And with her body pushed into yours, Maki’s able to feel every squirm, every indication that she’s got you worked up and needy.

She releases your hair and brings her face back up to yours. You draw her into a kiss that quickly becomes open-mouthed and messy. The hand around your waist comes up and pulls at the bow tied between your breasts, undoing it with one swift movement so the top falls open, revealing more of your chest.

“Wearing something so easy to take off? Yeah, you really wanted to get fucked tonight.”

You huff. “So hurry up and do it already.”

Maki pushes the loose fabric away, indulging in the sight of how your bra lays over your exposed chest. If you weren’t feeling so impatient, you would be pleased at how long it takes for her to drag her eyes over you, drinking in every detail like it’s the first time she’s ever seen your body like this.

“I think I’ll take my time,” she concludes, kissing just above your bra, making your breath hitch, “Been so long and all.”

“More reason why we shouldn’t wait,” you grit out, running your hands over her neck and into her hair. It’s so hot in here, do closets usually get this hot?

She pays no mind to your argument, kissing along the lining of your bra and letting her fingers roam over your breasts. It feels so nice, her lips on your sensitive skin, especially with the occasional swipe of her thumb over your hard nipple pushing through your bra. It’s just that you’re aching much lower than where she’s kissing.

Maki’s not going to go down there, at least not yet. Her sadistic streak will drag this out at a glacial pace until she gets what she wants: the admission that you’ve been missing her as much as she’s been missing you. It doesn’t make you very happy to give into her, to admit you were wrong about breaking up with her and your pursuit of male affection. But you’re really struggling here. You’ve been so worked up, so sexually frustrated and pissed off that you turned to men. Men! And that idiot couldn’t even get you wet, let alone make you finish. Now you’re with someone who can, and, after a week of frustration and bitterness, god do you want to feel better.

You fold. “Maki…please,” you say, “I need it. I need you. I’ve…missed you.” The words ring dangerously true, and, for a second, you worry that’s all she wanted, to be able to say “I told you so.” She could leave right now, entirely satisfied by your desperation.

Maki tortures you with the few seconds she stays quiet, savoring the words she’s been trying to get you to concede. “Glad you admitted it,” she finally says, looking up from your chest with a glint in her eye that can only be described as devilish before she sinks down to her knees, hands traveling down your waist to your hips as she goes. Her attention elsewhere, she misses your equally devilish grin, so pleased with her decision. Even at the cost of your ego, you love getting what you want, and with Maki, it’s worth it.

You shudder when her fingers unbutton your shorts and then dip into the waistband and pull them down. Your hands settle on her shoulders as she runs her hand down the fabric of your underwear to nestle into the crevice between your legs.

“So wet already,” she says, rubbing the wetness seeping through your underwear between her fingertips. “So fucking desperate.”

“Put your mouth to better use,” you say, tugging your underwear down to mid-thigh.

“If that’s what my girl wants,” she says, finishing your movement, pulling your underwear down to your ankles with your shorts.

“I’m not your girl,” you argue, kicking off the fabric pooled at your feet.

“We’ll see how you feel later.”

Her fingers splay out over your hips, holding you still as she admires the mess she’s made out of you. Her hot breath fans against the wetness spread between your thighs, only reminding you of how soaking wet you are from hooking up with her for just a few minutes.

Maki puts her hand in between your thighs, once again running her fingers over your folds, only, this time it’s without the buffer of your underwear. You squirm a little, but her hold on your hip keeps you in place. She doesn’t make any attempt to avoid your clit, brushing against it as she dips into the wetness of your folds. The sensation is raw, and you squeeze at her strong shoulders every time she does it.

Then her fingers, thoroughly coated in your wetness, move back to your aching hole, circling and prodding the entrance with her fingertips. Your lower stomach tenses, anticipating the moment she’ll fill you and bring about the sensation you’ve been so desperately trying to replicate.

Instead, she leans forward, placing a kiss on your mound, before opening her mouth and latching it onto your clit, giving it a harsh suck.

“Maki!” you cry out, either from the shock or the pleasure, before slamming your palm over your mouth. You drop your voice to a whisper-shout. “You can’t surprise me like that, we have to stay quiet,” you say, eyeing the door.

“Keep it down then,” she mumbles into you, fingers digging into the softness of your sides. Her eyes flutter closed and she leans forward to encircle your clit with her mouth again, resuming her licking and sucking. You fight with yourself to keep the reactions internal, but it’s a losing battle, forcing you to clamp your hand over your mouth as you pant and moan.

This is a reason why you broke up. She’s always pushing you past your limit, like fucking you loudly in a closet at your friend’s party. It’s why you went after a man, because it would be quick, emotionless, and quiet. But, you don’t think that kind of hookup would have turned out to be nearly as hot as this one.

Her tongue swipes over your clit, lathering the bud with its delightful wet texture. Heated pants from her mouth warm your mound and folds. The hand not tasked with quieting your noises tangles into her hair as she goes down on you, leveraging a handful of her dark locks to move her head along with the pace that’ll get you there.

Tingles shoot through the sides of your abdomen when she presses her tongue flat against your clit, applying a pressure that has the dormant energy in your stomach making itself known. The sensation only intensifies when two fingers slip into you—with no warning, of course—but you find it hard to take issue with it because of how quickly they begin massaging your insides in the exact way you like.

“Bet that man wouldn’t think to touch you here,” Maki says, pushing her fingertips against your g-spot. She seems pleased when you moan from it. “Wouldn’t know how you like it, either.” She resumes licking you while pumping her fingers in and out, the sound of wet slick and moans filling the closet. The two-front stimulation has your thighs shaking, your poor body barely able to handle how good she’s making you feel.

“Fuck, Maki,” you moan. Your fingers covering your mouth have fallen open, the gaps letting your shuddery breaths through. Head clouded by lust, you don’t make an effort to muffle yourself again, every thrust of her fingers pushing any rational thought threatening to form from your head.

“I missed this,” she whispers between licks. She grins against you, “I know you did too.”

“Fuck–ah–fuck…you…” you get out.

“Mhmm,” she hums, amused.

“This is so…god, it feels so good–m’gonna…”

“Gonna?” she prods, “Keep talking if you want me to keep going.”

Your head falls to the side. “Gonna cum, I’m gonna cum for you. I feel it…I’m almost there.”

Her fingers curl deep inside you, pushing against the walls, intent on realizing your words.

“I feel it,” you repeat, delirious, “It feels so good, fuck, Maki, you make me feel so–”

Your fingers knot into her hair when it happens. A wave of pleasure slams into you and your head falls back against the wall, whole body shaking and surging with pleasure.

“Fuck, ohmygod,” you moan, ecstasy pushing up through your abdomen and down into your thighs.

You whine her name, begging for reprieve, but she doesn’t listen. Her tight grip on your hip offers you no escape, and she keeps licking and sucking until she gets every drop of pleasure from your orgasm out of you.

When she’s finished with you, only then can you crouch down against the wall, unable to remain standing. Your breath comes out rapid and uneven and you clutch Maki’s forearm until you can speak again.

“Too much for you?” Maki says, brushing your disheveled hair out of your face, “Still want a man instead?” She punctuates the taunt with a kiss to your cheek.

Though your instinct is to tease her back, to deny what you feel, you get out a ‘no’ before turning your face to meet her lips and bring her into a breathy, undoubtably sincere kiss. “I don’t want that.”

“Good,” Maki responds, before kissing you again.

There’s a knock on the closet door. You both snap your heads towards it; the crack of light shining through is now obscured by a figure outside.

That man’s familiar voice, entirely unpleasant to hear again, travels through the door. “Hey, sorry, I just…uh…can I come in real quick? Are you done talking?”

“What the fuck?” Maki whispers to you.

You pull your shirt back on, hurrying to tie it. “I–I don’t know–” you raise your voice to call out to him, “Just one second!”

“Uh…okay,” the man answers.

You drop your voice back down to a vicious whisper, “I told you we were too loud!”

“We?” Maki questions, grinning.

You huff, yanking your underwear and shorts back on. “Yes we were too loud,” you say to her, moving on to fixing your hair. Why did Maki have to make such a mess of it? She stares back at you, smiling and unconvinced. “Just…whatever,” you say, taking Maki’s hand and standing up.

You crack open the door, still flustered, with cum dripping down your legs that you have to hope he doesn’t notice.

“Hey, how’s it going?” you say, playing it as cool as you can. Maki snickers.

“Hi,” he responds with a wave. Then he drops his hand back down to his side before peering past your shoulder to notice Maki behind you.

You force a smile. “So…can we help you?” you ask.

“Uh, yeah. I left my lucky hat in there and I need it for beer pong.”

“Your hat?” you say.

“My lucky hat,” he corrects.

“Right,” you say, turning to look into the closet. Sure enough, there’s a baseball cap upside-down in the corner of the closet. “Oh, yeah, it’s just right over there.” You step out of the way so he can reach over and grab it.

He puts it on—backwards—and says, “Thanks for the help, ladies.” His eyes flick from your face to Maki’s and he clasps his hands together. “Y’know, you’re both pretty hot.”

You furrow your eyebrows. “Thanks?”

“So…would you like…want to have a threesome?”

Maki rolls her eyes and with a dry laugh says, “You’re not our type.” She wraps her arm around you and pushes past the man in the doorway.

He watches you both head back to the party. “Uh, so is that a no?”

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aaron-m-geist-ff · 8 months

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Mahito hears that y/n is bisexual and decides to transfigure himself into a woman 🤭

Smut, smut, smut ✨ just 7,000 words of pure smut

Mahito sat criss-cross on the floor in front of you.

You were perched on your knees, ignoring the burning sensation in your thighs as you worked. It was going to look so cute once you were done.

“Enjoying yourself, y/n?” Mahito mused.

He sounded playful. Ever since you were forced to spend all of your time on him, he seemed to be in a very good mood.

“Absolutely. I love playing with your hair like this,” you replied. “Why do guys always have such pretty hair? You have naturally long eyelashes too.”

Every man you had ever met had nice long lashes. Meanwhile, you needed to wear mascara to even make your own lashes visible to others. It just wasn’t fair. Sometimes you wondered if Mahito had prettier features than you did. He was certainly pleasing to look at.

Mahito snickered at you.

“You human girls are so confusing. It’s difficult to tell what you are attracted to. With curses it’s rather easy, they simply want power and are drawn to it like a moth to a flame.”

He was resting his elbows on his knees as he spoke.

You could feel your cheeks flushing just from the way that Mahito expressed himself. He always sounded so goddamn attractive with that logical tone of his. Just a hint of youthfulness laced in his tone. It was unique and it drove you crazy every time. You could listen to him talk for hours.

“We’re not that confusing! Of course, every woman is different, but most of us can agree that personality is the most important feature in a man,” you explained.

You didn’t want Mahito to start thinking that you only cared about superficial things. Looks were just a nice added bonus in your opinion. Your fingers kept working, gently maneuvering the different strands of hair in order to make a nice french braid. You almost felt like you were at a sleepover. It was kinda fun.

“Hm,” Mahito hummed thoughtfully.

“So things like penis size don’t really matter?”

He kept staring straight ahead, remaining perfectly still so as not to disrupt your work.

You had to giggle at the question.

“Well…It does matter a little bit. But don’t worry, I like your size a lot.”

It was strange how comfortable you felt with Mahito. You weren’t even shy discussing this topic with him. It felt completely natural to do so. As if he was your long term boyfriend or something.

Mahito didn’t say anything after that, so you figured that it was your job to keep the conversation going. Curses weren’t the best at interpreting social cues.

“What’s your favorite color?” You asked.

You grumbled in frustration for a moment. One of the strands was in the wrong place, so you had to undo a row of braids and start over. It had been years since you did a french braid on someone. But Mahito’s hair was so pretty that you just couldn’t help yourself.

“I never understood the concept of picking favorites. There is really nothing to be gained by doing so,” he answered calmly.

Mahito wasn’t fazed by the constant pulling at his hair. He simply allowed you to do as you pleased. And he sounded logical as always when he replied. You sighed at him.

“Come on, Mahi! There has to be a color that you like. Just think about it.”

You found his logical nature to be charming and attractive, but you really wanted to see more of his playful side again.

Mahito giggled.

“Well, your eye color is fairly nice to look at. I think I’ll go with that one.”

He placed his hands in his lap, sitting patiently.

You paused for a moment. That was actually rather sweet of him. It warmed your heart to know that Mahito liked little details like that. But you had to laugh at his answer.

“You know what? You kind of sound like a woman with a response like that,” you teased. “So romantic.”

You knew that men could be romantic too, but Mahito just acted so soft sometimes. It really tugged at your heartstrings. And of course you would take any opportunity to tease him because he never held back with you in that regard.

“…You would like that, huh?”

Mahito asked the question innocently, but with a serious tone.

“I remember what your mother said,” he added. “That you used to experiment with girls your age as a teenager.”

Your hands froze in his hair.

Your eyes widened slightly.

Shit…You had forgotten about that day. But Mahito was right, your mom definitely called you out with zero hesitation. She was always quick to bring up the past.

You definitely still liked women, a lot. Even when you were on dating apps you had the settings adjusted for both genders.

“Y-yeah…I like both genders equally,” you said.

You swallowed thickly before continuing to braid. Shit. Why were you nervous to admit that? It felt a bit scandalous to say it out loud.

You quickly finished up the braid and tied the end with your hair tie.

“Okay! All done,” you practically chirped.

Mahito turned around then.

Only…

Fucking hell.

“Do you like me this way?” Mahito asked. He gave you a sweet smile, his now feminine features full of joy.

But you were more focused on his chest. Or… ‘her’ chest?? Mahito had transfigured his own body to switch genders. She now sat before you as the female version of herself. She looked so goddamn pretty with her cute face and big breasts. They even looked slightly bigger than your own. You could instantly feel a bit of arousal pooling in your groin.

Her breasts were constricted by the fabric of her shirt. Though, obviously she wasn’t wearing a bra. Those perky nipples could be seen a mile away. You seriously had to fight the urge to drool.

“Uh,” you started stupidly. Goddammit. You couldn’t think straight. It had been so long since you had a good taste of pussy. You were practically starving for it. You loved Mahito’s male form a lot. His dominant energy and perfect cock gave you so many orgasms it was ridiculous. But there was something about him turning into a cute woman which made the switch flip in your brain.

You were feeling dominant.

The urge to fuck her senseless was starting to take over. You could feel your cheeks steadily growing warmer just from the lewd ideas which popped into your mind.

“God…” you uttered. “Yes. Of course I like you this way.”

You were shamelessly looking at Mahito’s body. She was definitely curvy in all the right places. You wanted to sink your teeth into the plump skin of her thighs and feel her shivering beneath your touch. It was all you could think of.

Mahito looked so cute when she smiled at you, her hair pulled back in the braid. She tilted her head to the side playfully.

“What do you like the most?”

Her voice was definitely feminine. Fuck. She sounded so soft and elegant when she spoke, like a princess or something. You suddenly felt like some kind of creepy man even though you were also a woman.

You shuddered.

“…I love these,” you said.

You reached forward, grasping both of Mahito’s breasts without an ounce of shame. They felt so soft in your hands. You really wanted to be respectful, but you just couldn’t stop yourself from groping them. You squeezed possessively. God. You wanted to roll those cute little nipples between your fingers but you weren’t sure how Mahito would feel about that. He was usually very dominant and hated being submissive. Maybe that would be different if he was a woman now.

You stared into her face.

…Her cheeks were pink.

She blinked at you a few times, before averting her gaze.

Was Mahito embarrassed…?

You had actually never seen that before. It seriously caught you off guard. You had no idea how to react, but your instincts were screaming at you to just fuck her already. But you needed to be respectful.

You cupped Mahito’s plump breasts in your hands still, squeezing them softly.

“Do you not like this?”

You tried to keep your voice a bit hushed. You didn’t want to overwhelm Mahito with too much at once. But goddamn did you want to escalate things further. You really had to hold yourself back.

Mahito continued to stare at the wall to the side.

“…I-it’s fine,” she stuttered.

You bit your bottom lip, desperately holding yourself back from completely ravishing her. This was just too good. Mahito had no right to look that adorable as she avoided eye contact. And the way her voice wavered was so delicious.

If she was behaving like this now, then you seriously wondered how she would react to a tongue pressed against her clit.

You couldn’t take it anymore.

You leaned forward, stealing Mahito’s lips in a kiss.

“Mh!” Mahito yelped.

That only spurred you on even more. You had never heard such a noise escape your lover before. It excited you to no end. You slid your tongue past her pretty lips, exploring her mouth with no resistance. Your hands dropped down to grip her waist firmly.

Mahito’s body felt weaker…Softer.

You knew that she was still incredibly strong, but she was openly submitting to you. Her fingers latched onto your arm, gently holding you as she returned the kiss. The behavior was so demure that it made your head spin. Your lips glided against hers carefully. It felt sinfully good. You deepened the kiss and Mahito’s fingers tightened against your arm from the sensations.

You breathed in deeply once you pulled away, climbing to your feet and extending your hand.

“Come on,” you murmured. “Let’s take this to the bed.”

You were growing impatient. You wanted to slide your fingers into that tight pussy and feel how wet she was for you. It was all you could think of. The idea of dominating Mahito had struck you once before, ages ago when you fucked his face. You had praised him and even made him blush from it. But he fucked you into the mattress immediately afterward. Whenever Mahito was male presenting, his dominance was unshakable. You were very interested to see just how submissive he could be in his female form. His hormones had likely changed along with the shape of his body.

Mahito nodded at you, taking your hand.

Her hand was quite small, actually. It was delicate looking. You held onto her firmly as you guided her towards the bed. It wasn’t long before you had her pressed against the sheets, impatiently prying at the hem of her baggy shirt.

“Take this off, baby.”

You couldn’t help but call her a cute name like that. Mahito was staring up at you with such a submissive gaze. It made your heart skip a beat. She opened her mouth as if she wanted to reply, but no words came out.

Mahito slowly took off her shirt. She seemed a little hesitant as she laid there with her chest exposed, her cheeks reddening steadily.

“…I have never tried this before,” Mahito admitted softly. “It feels strange not having a penis between my legs.”

She sounded logical still, but there was a certain edge to her tone. She was nervous.

Goddamn. So many sinful ideas began rushing through your head. You wanted to make this good for her. Show Mahito what it’s like to experience an orgasm in a female body. You knew that you could manage it. But you were seriously starting to feel like a pervert for staring at Mahito’s large breasts for so long. The stitch marks ran across her skin in the same familiar patterns.

It took you a moment to process what Mahito said. You stared down at her as you replied calmly.

“Would you like to touch your new parts? You must be curious.”

You really didn’t want to make Mahito anxious. That was not your intention. But what you said must have been too overwhelming for her, as she placed one of her hands over her lips shamefully.

She looked so bashful.

Her rosy cheeks flaring with embarrassment as she covered her mouth with her hand.

“…Can I touch them for you?”

You asked it in a hushed tone. “I promise that I will be gentle. And if I do something that you don’t like then you’re more than strong enough to stop me.”

You smiled as you said that last part. It was true. Mahito was incredibly strong, even in this female form. She had merely changed the shape of her body to be female presenting, all of the power still remained. It actually turned you on even more to think that someone so feminine looking could be so strong.

Mahito giggled at that.

“Oh…I definitely am,” she said. “I’m so strong that I could kill someone if they looked at you the wrong way.”

She gave you a smile, as if she had just said something very romantic.

You blinked at her in disbelief.

You really weren’t expecting that kind of response from this seemingly shy and sweet girl. She looked so innocent as she spoke about potential murder. And she was acting incredibly possessive. Apparently that wasn’t going to end just because Mahito had switched genders.

…It was so fucking hot.

You were actually concerned by how aroused you had become. You could feel your slick coating your inner thighs, but you chose to ignore it. You would have your fun later. Perhaps by using Mahito’s pretty little mouth.

But for now…

You licked your lips as you stared down at Mahito’s exposed chest.

“Yes. You’re a strong girl, Mahi,” you agreed. You found that the nickname suited Mahito even more now that she was female presenting. ‘Mahi’ sounded cuter.

You reached forward, smirking as you took one of her nipples between two fingers. You rolled the sensitive bud carefully, not applying too much pressure. It went erect right before your eyes.

“Do you think you can stay strong and endure this for me?”

You hadn’t felt dominant like this in a very long time. It was actually shocking how steady your own voice sounded as you spoke. The curse mark usually triggered your submissive mindset. But you were beginning to suspect that it would trigger whichever mindset would best fit Mahito’s needs in the moment. That by itself turned you on beyond belief.

Mahito flushed even more. You were almost concerned by how much she was blushing. She didn’t reply to your question at all, instead allowing a cute noise to escape her lips.

“Mh-“

She squeezed her eyes shut, still hiding her mouth with her hand. She looked so shy. Her other hand was gripping your forearm as you continued to tease her nipple.

“How does it feel..? Tell me.”

You weren’t sure how well Mahito would respond to receiving an order. You kind of wanted to test your luck with this and see just how far you could get.

Mahito shook her head, her fingernails digging into the skin of your arm.

“It’s so much more…S-sensitive in a female body,” she explained. Her voice was so soft and hesitant.

You exhaled deeply at that. You wanted to fuck her face so badly, but you kept reminding yourself that there would be time for that later. You began teasing her other nipple as well, rolling them simultaneously.

“y/n,” Mahito whispered.

You furrowed your brows together at the sound of your own name leaving her lips. She sounded so hot and bothered by this. You were beginning to grow impatient, spreading your fingers to grope her breasts entirely. You squeezed them. Fuck, they felt so nige beneath your touch. You were addicted to the feeling.

“Why is it so…sensitive? Please explain,” Mahito begged.

You had never seen Mahi like this before. Begging for an explanation from you. Usually he was so sure of his superior intelligence that he never bothered to ask you for information. That was different now. Female Mahito apparently wanted to seek your guidance in this. You were more than happy to oblige.

You leaned in close, taking Mahito’s earlobe into your mouth. You pulled on it gently with your teeth before whispering.

“Because you’re so aroused, Mahi. I’m making you feel good.”

You slid one of your legs in between her thighs, being sure to press against her core as you loomed over her.

Mahito tilted her head back against the pillow, a muffled whimper ripped from her throat from the pressure of your leg against her clit.

“T-the ten thousand nerve endings,” Mahito gasped.

You held back a laugh, instead smiling down at her blushing face. Of course Mahito would still maintain the same scientific outlook on all this. Some things just wouldn’t change regardless of the gender.

“Yeah…It’s intense, right?”

You pressed your thigh against her core again.

Mahito tensed up, squeezing your thigh with her legs powerfully. She even gave a cute little thrust against you.

“Someone wants attention on her clit, hm?”

You teased hotly beside her ear.

Mahito gasped again.

“Y-yes, I’m curious!” She began defensively.

Her voice was so goddamn cute. It made you feral. You began pressing some sweet kisses against her neck, biting occasionally. Mahito whined beneath you, her hands gripping your shoulders. You had never heard a whine like that come out of your lover before, it made your mind start to go a little crazy.

“God,” you whispered. “You’re way better than any other woman I’ve ever been with.”

You didn’t know why you chose to say that. It just felt right to let her know. You were obsessed with her. You were taking your time, but all that you could think was how badly you wanted to make her come.

Mahito scoffed stubbornly. She wrapped her legs around your waist, pushing up against you.

“I don’t want you to be with any other girls,” she hissed. “You’re mine.”

Her possessiveness was meant to be intimidating, but it sounded so cute in her feminine voice. You knew that she was serious. She could actually fight off another girl if she had to. The combination of possessive and submissive was so unique and adorable. Not to mention it was quite rare. You had never experienced it with anyone else before.

Mahito had her face buried against your neck as she clung onto you. She was scowling, her brows knit together in anger. Just the thought of another girl being under you made her blood boil. She was fantasizing about all the ways she would kill her competition. You weren’t aware of it, but Mahito was more than capable of murder. She had killed people for way less.

She kissed your curse mark.

“My human,” she muttered.

If she ever caught another girl hitting on you then she would start plotting immediately. Mahito knew that you would never cheat, but she didn’t want another girl to touch you. She was tempted to cover every inch of your skin with more curse marks. That way no one would be able to think that you were single.

Mahito whined again. She didn’t know where this submissive mindset came from. She had never felt this way in her entire life. But her pussy felt so empty. That was an entirely new sensation. She thrusted up against your waist to get your attention where she needed it most.

“M-my clitoris…It’s hard.”

Mahito knew that she used the scientific term, but she didn’t care. She could hardly think straight. That tiny bundle of nerves wanted friction so bad. She wanted to touch it, but she wouldn’t dare to do that on her own when she could have you instead.

She grinned to herself.

“I can sense your arousal,” she said. “Come on…Give me what I want!”

Your hands tightened against Mahito’s slim waist.

Fuck.

Why was she so cute when she got all demanding and whiny?? You were quickly losing yourself in the moment, but you snapped back to reality.

“Of course, Mahi… I’ll give you exactly what you need.”

You pawed at her breasts again, this time squeezing them more harshly and pressing them together. You loved how soft they were.

“Do you remember when you touched my breasts for the first time? What did you call them, again? …Jugs?”

You chuckled at her reaction to your words.

Mahito gave you a stubborn glare.

“F-fuck me,” she demanded. “No more talking.”

Damn, she was bold. You were almost surprised by how she spoke to you. You cleared your throat in an effort to compose yourself. You didn’t say anything, you simply began to trail kisses down Mahito’s bare torso. You pulled at her loose pants and took them off completely.

The sight of her wet pussy nearly gave you a heart attack.

Your lips parted as you stared at it.

It was so pretty. You couldn’t control yourself any longer.

“Hurry,” Mahito warned.

But you didn’t need the warning. You practically dived in between her thighs, spreading them as you focused in on her pussy. Your lips made contact with it instantly. You pressed an open mouthed kiss right against her clit, your saliva was sloppy and hot as you made out with it.

Her folds felt so smooth and creamy from how aroused she was. You were in heaven as you ate her out.

Mahito whined again. She bucked her hips up against your face from the sensations.

“T-that’s my clit…Right?”

She moaned during the sentence.

“Mhm,” you hummed.

You poked out your tongue next, swirling it around the bud carefully. You didn’t want to do anything too intense just yet. It was important to introduce everything gradually so that Mahi could get used to the different feelings.

She buried her fingers into your hair, bringing your face closer as she hesitantly thrusted against it.

“Ngh…so good,” she whimpered. She sounded like she was in a daze. You stared up at her.

Mahito’s hair was coming loose from the braid. The baby hairs began to frame her face in such an adorable way. And her expression was so fucking cute. She looked so aroused by all this.

You closed your eyes, focusing as you began to prod her entrance with a single finger. Her slit already felt so tight just from stroking it. Wait…That’s right. Mahito technically has a virgin pussy. Your face flushed from the idea.

She had likely never felt penetration before.

“What do you want me to do, baby?”

You asked carefully. You honestly weren’t sure how far she wanted to go. She said something about wanting to get fucked earlier but you couldn’t tell if she was serious about penetration.

Mahito was blushing so much as she stared down at you with her different colored eyes.

“…I don’t want to feel empty anymore,” she said.

Hm. You knew that feeling all too well. You would be cruel to deny her in such a state. You nodded, glancing down to watch as you slid your middle finger inside. You did it slowly, making sure that she could feel every inch. She was so warm and slick inside…

“So fucking wet,” you whispered.

You pressed a kiss against her clit which made her clench around you instantly.

You chuckled at her again. Mahito was so skittish like this. You could feel how her thigh muscles would tighten and relax. She clearly wanted to come soon. You wanted to help her get there.

You slid all the way into the knuckle, tilting upwards into her G-spot.

“Ha,” Mahito moaned.

She still felt so tight. You were actually afraid to move your finger too much. But she was so wet that it shouldn’t be able to cause any pain. You began to flick your finger back and forth inside of her, teasing that special spot. The resistance from her inner walls was quite strong around your finger. She kept squeezing you. If you had a dick then it would probably feel otherworldly.

“That’s it,” you praised. “Let me in.”

You began to add a second finger. It was difficult, but Mahito was smart enough to try and relax around the intrusion. She even spread her legs wider to get more inside.

“Mm-“

She sounded so desperate as she kept making soft little noises. She gasped once you had two fingers inside, finger fucking her quickly all of a sudden.

“A-ah! y/n!”

Mahi was loud.

You briefly wondered if maybe someone else in the mansion would hear. You certainly hoped not. You only wanted these noises to be heard by you, no one else. You remained focused, sliding your fingers in and out, tilting them upward into that spot of hers. It felt swollen and angry inside, ready to come but not enough to push her over the edge.

“Remember what I said about clit stimulation?” You asked sweetly. “You used to deny my clit all the time. Now do you see how frustrating that is?”

You just couldn’t help yourself. You wanted to get a bit of revenge with Mahito. Whenever he was male representing, he had a tendency to mock your needy little clit or even deny it all together. You could feel a tinge of pride swelling in your chest. Oh, yes. You were giving him a taste of his own medicine now. And you even got to play with Mahito’s cute female body at the same time. This was like your bisexual dream.

You thrusted into Mahi’s cute pussy with your fingers some more, relishing the way that her tight walls clung onto you.

“Who’s the fleshlight now, hm?”

You teased her ruthlessly.

“I bet you love this feeling. Clenching around me so much.”

You completely ignored her clit, instead continuing to finger her and hit that same spot over and over again.

Mahito giggled, sounding out of breath.

“Fine! I’ll just…Turn you into a dildo then…haha!”

She ruffled your hair fondly.

You couldn’t help but laugh with her. That truly was a creative comeback, you were surprised that she could even think much during all this. She seemed to be in a faraway place mentally.

You had always been a bit of a softie when it came to women, Mahito in particular. You just couldn’t deny her pretty clit any longer. Not when it looked so needy and neglected.

You leaned forward and began to suck on it gently.

“Yes,” Mahi murmured.

You loved how helpless she sounded, completely at your mercy. Mahi thrusted against your face, riding your fingers and your tongue at the same time. She just couldn’t get enough, and you were more than happy to lap up all of her juices.

Her slick was coating your chin and your lips. You wore it like a goddamn badge of honor. You were absolutely drunk off her pussy. You could go at it for hours even if you ended up getting exhausted eventually.

“Ha..Ha! Right there, yes-“

Mahi cried pathetically as she thrusted against you. She was completely abusing your face but you didn’t care at all.

Mahi squeaked when her orgasm hit her. She made so many meek sounds, it really drove you insane to listen to it all. You had to contain yourself.

You removed your fingers carefully, the slick covering your fingers. You licked it clean. Mahi tasted perfect. It was a bit different from Mahito’s semen, but that was to be expected.

Mahi breathed harshly as she laid there. She took only a moment to gather herself before she sat upright in the bed.

You stared at her in disbelief. Holy shit. Curse stamina really was something else entirely.

She grinned at you, leaning forward to latch onto your curse mark on your shoulder. She licked it and sucked at it possessively.

“Mine,” she said stubbornly. “Mine, mine, mine.”

You couldn’t help but laugh at her silly behavior.

“Yeah, yeah. All yours,” you replied with a warm smile.

Mahi looked so beautiful sitting there in her naked female body. Like an angel who fell from heaven. Or a demon who crawled up from hell. It changed depending on her mood.

You were happy that you had managed to satisfy her, but you were left with an achy feeling in your core. You needed to come. It honestly wouldn’t take much, either.

Mahi glanced down at her own breasts and squeezed them experimentally.

“…I like it better when I touch yours,” she said.

You blushed from her words and the sight of her touching her own breasts. God, you were such a pervert. For some reason you were starting to imagine what she would look like in the shower, with her chest covered with soap and water. How slippery her breasts would feel in your hands.

Mahi stared at you blankly.

“…You’re drooling.”

She said it so simply, just stating a fact.

“Shit, sorry!” You said suddenly. You wiped your mouth with the back of your hand. Fuck that was mortifying.

“…I want to try something,” Mahito said.

She sounded like she was in deep thought.

“Since the clitoris has over 10,000 nerve endings…And the penis only has 4,000…”

She stared down at her own pussy as if to think some more about her idea. She swallowed the lump in her throat before she looked up at you again.

“I want to transfigure my clitoris into a larger phallic shape. That way I can fuck you with it, and I’m really curious how it would feel for me.”

Mahi gave you a determined look. She kept a steady tone as she said all of that. Meanwhile, your eyebrows nearly shot into your hairline.

“H-huh?!”

You didn’t care how stupid your reply sounded. You were fucking baffled. Flabbergasted. Dumbfounded. You almost forgot that Mahito had the ability to transfigure herself. The possibilities were endless. Your cheeks started to grow red from the thought of that. Hearing Mahi’s cute girl moans as she fucked you. You were about to come in your pants right then and there.

“…Immediately yes,” you said finally. “Let’s do it.”

She giggled at your reaction.

“So eager,” she teased.

You could only nod your head enthusiastically, already taking your clothes off in a hurry. You tossed them to the side without a care in the world. This was going to be fucking amazing. You couldn’t even dream of something like this. Being in a relationship with a powerful demon certainly did have its perks.

You laid down on the bed, planting your head against the pillows as Mahi towered over you. She closed her eyes as she began to transfigure herself. You glanced down to watch.

It didn’t look like a normal penis. It looked like some kind of organ, with soft skin and slick coating it all over. It was actually an arousing sight. You wanted it inside of you so badly. The slight curve at the tip would feel great against your G-spot, you could already tell. And it had a nice looking girth to it as well. Your pussy was already clenching around nothing just from looking at it for so long.

Mahi gripped it to aim towards your entrance, but she immediately yelped.

“You okay?” You asked hurriedly.

Mahi sucked in a sharp breath as he grabbed it gentler.

“Just very sensitive,” she said. “Now…Are you gonna take my clit like a good girl?”

Her feminine voice saying something dirty like that really made your body have a reaction. You nodded again.

“Y-yes,” you whispered. “I will.”

You were already spreading your thighs for her like some kind of whore. Mahi’s face was so pretty. She had soft features and a light blush still. She sighed as she lined up with your slit, rubbing against it.

“I might not last long,” she warned.

You breathed through your lips.

“It’s okay, me neither.”

Your eyes trailed over her body. Her plump breasts, perky nipples, soft stomach. And her raging clit erection. It was such an arousing sight. But you didn’t have nearly enough time to enjoy it properly.

Mahi slid inside.

She didn’t go slow. She rushed into your pussy and immediately began panting desperately.

“Oh fuck! F-fuck, fuck…”

She cried out. It almost sounded like she was in pain, but there was pleasure in her tone as well.

“So hot, fleshlight…Burning me-“

Mahi couldn’t handle it. She thrusted into you, if anything just to get some relief from your heat. You gasped from the sensations, feeling the hardness of her clit rubbing inside of you. You had never heard Mahito react this way when he was male presenting. He rarely ever cursed.

You closed your eyes, moaning softly from the sensations. Meanwhile, Mahi couldn’t shut up no matter how hard she tried to.

“Good girl! Such a good girl… Do you have…ha.. Any idea how tight you are?”

Mahi thrusted her clit into you over and over again, rambling nonsense and praise with her feminine voice. She wouldn’t stop fucking you into the bed. You glanced up at her, reaching forward to grab her tits as she fucked you. You rolled her nipples between your fingers teasingly.

Mahi’s eyes actually rolled into the back of her head as she squeezed her eyes shut.

“Yes…Ha…Geh-“ she rambled gibberish.

She actually sounded like she was completely gone mentally. That had never happened before.

“Mahi-“ you moaned.

Your hand flew down to your clit. You started to rub tight circles against it, suddenly jealous of the pleasure that your partner was experiencing. Something told you that if Mahi was a human, she would have came ages ago from something as intense as this. But she was a cursed spirit. Therefore she had way more stamina.

You moaned under your breath, working your clit faster as you attempted to focus. You could feel yourself getting closer to the edge just from the lewd sight of Mahi fucking you with her breasts flopping around freely. You groaned as she hit that spot inside of you, expertly massaging your inner walls.

“Ngh…Fuck-“ you gasped.

You spasmed and pulsed as you came around her clit. You surprised yourself by how fast you were, but you were extremely worked up from all this tension.

“Ch-“ Mahito rasped. She groaned loudly as she came inside of you.

“Pulsing…can’t take it when you do that!” She exclaimed out of frustration. She made so many lewd and strangely submissive sounds as she fucked into you, riding out her orgasm. She was quick to collapse against your chest afterward, returning her clit back to its normal size.

You breathed heavily, sliding your hand down her smooth back in an effort to comfort her.

“How are you feeling?” You somehow managed to ask.

You traced lazy patterns against her sweaty skin.

Mahi had her face pressed against your neck as she laid on top of you. There was no response from her.

“…Mahito?”

You patted her back gently.

Then you started to hear…

Snoring?

Your eyes widened with shock. Cursed spirits don’t need to sleep. Using her clit as a penis must have been so intense that it actually made Mahito lose consciousness. You hoped that everything was fine. It should be. After all, Mahito was a special grade curse. Something like having sex with a human shouldn’t harm her at all.

You sighed as you pet Mahi’s hair.

Maybe spending a lot of time in the mansion wasn’t so bad.