MDNI!!!!!!!!!!! PLEASE!!!!!!!! i will probably only post filth. this blog is literally just for me to share my terrible writing about how bad i wanna fuck mahito. He/Him
ācontent: nsfw, mdni, mahito x f!reader, mentions of somnophilia, mentions of non-con and dub-con, oral (m! receiving), piv sex, food, death, naive reader, wc:1882
Mahito was glad. He was pleased with his patience at that time, so many months ago now, when you had held out your umbrella for him to seek shelter with you, that he had not disfigured you. The way your eyes peered down at him as you leaned down to where he sat on the cold wet pavement, your eyes so full of warmth and concern, it had been so tempting. To see that silly, naive look on your face, that bright smile of yours contort into that delicious fear he loved so much. So,Ā soĀ tempting to reach out and touch your soul, to taste it, to mold it to whatever he wanted.
He had so many opportunities to toy with you and reshape you after you asked him so sweetly to stay with you, to live with you. Your eyes were full of worry, and cute little tears gathered in your eyes when you reached the conclusion that he had no place to go, that he was all alone in the world, and needed to be cared for, needed aĀ friend.
It had been so entertaining, so foolish how you couldnāt see what he was, how you couldnāt recognize the way his smile stretched too wide, too cheerful, how dark andĀ predatoryĀ his eyes were when they stared at your soft face, that Mahito decided to go along with it.
He decided to leave that damp, dark sewer, where he thrived, where he could feel and taste the constant delicious hatred that dripped down from the unsuspecting crowds that roamed above. He left his littleĀ toysĀ down in that damp sewer and instead opted to play with the little trinkets you kept in your tiny apartment, read all the books that nearly burst out of your cluttered bookshelves, and just lay on your sun-drenched couch as he watched whatever program was airing on tv.
You made food for him. Human food. Something that he had no use for, that would do nothing to satiate him. It annoyed him a bit at first, how you had set that bowl of stew down in front of him as if he was a human. As if he was on the same level as you. So weak and pathetic.
He debated grabbing you right then, as you sat across from him with your own bowl of stew, that silly smile on your face. He wondered what to do with you, perhaps he would make you into a large crescent, like that smile that graced your face too often, or perhaps he should make you so tiny that you would look like nothing more than a pebble. Yes, he would make you into aĀ cuteĀ perfectly shaped pebble, toss you onto the sidewalk for you to be carelessly, ignorantly trampled on.Ā Ā
But then you mentioned how the stew was a recipe from a cookbook that you had inherited from your mother, how your goal was to create each and every recipe that she had left in that messy, sticky note-ridden, old book. That little bit of hope he saw grow in your eyes as you shyly said youād like him to taste them all as well, if he wanted to of course.
He decided he could wait, and he tried his best to mirror that little smile that graced your face (his smile always ended up being too wide, too cold, but you never seemed to notice), as he adjusted the grip on your hand to replicate a friendly touch. He would let that hope grow bigger in your eyes until it overflowed into the warmth of your cheeks and the curve of your smile. His smile became toothy and childlike, almost genuine as he imagined the day heād get to drain that overflowing warmth from your eyes. Heād patiently wait until you reached that very last page of that cookbook, itād be so worth it.
He had intended to play with you, toy with you like he was used to doing with humans. Those first few nights he lay awake on the futon you set up for him in your small living room, mismatched eyes glowing like that of a predator as he heard every breath and movement you made behind the closed door of your bedroom. That soft futon was full of too many fuzzy blankets, too many soft pillows due to your worry of Mahito getting too cold.
He contemplated transforming into something large and shadowy when you sleepily, barely awake, made your way to the bathroom for a quick pee late at night. Or perhaps he would slink into your room, and squeeze and touch your body in whatever way he pleased under the cold moonlight. He planned on haunting you so well, a ghost of touch here, a little shadow in the corner of your eye there, that you would come to him with pathetic tears and beg him to hold you. You had already told him you were afraid of the dark after all, all you needed was aĀ push.Ā
But he had not even lifted a finger on that night you had creakily opened your bedroom door, calling his name so delicately. He could already see the tremble of your soft figure, the fear that consumed your eyes even before you turned the hallway light on. You had reached out on your own to shakily take his hand, wishing for his company, to make sure that he was there.
All he had to do was firmly hold your fragile hand and whisper a few words of hollow comfort as he let you slowly walk him to your bed. Your bed was soon his bed too, your warm soft body becoming his most comfortable pillow all because of that absurd nightmare you had of something bad happening toĀ him.Ā Ā
He had wanted to call you his doll, his cute little doll. And he did at first, enjoying the way your cheeks would flush as he nuzzled against you like an overgrown cat and asked what his little doll was up to. But you were not a doll, that warm look in your eye, the gentleness of your touch as you dried his wet hair after his baths were not things that he had to twist out of you.
There were no strings he had to pull to have you on your knees for him as you lovingly suckled on his cock, swallowing every last drop. No need to force your legs open for him to drown in the delicious taste of your pussy. Every thought that danced in that silly head of yours, every movement of your tempting lips was your own to create.
Occasionally he will see other curses when he is out, roaming the city because you are not home and heās already finished whatever mundane chore you had sweetly asked him to do. Some curses gravitate to him, aware of his strength, wanting to follow him in creating utter delicious mayhem on the oblivious humans that walk past. Heās tempted, of course, he was made to indulge in the terror, sorrow, and hatred that he can so easily cause.
A simple touch of his hand and he can have this city drown in delicious chaos for him to drink up. But he never does. Instead, he sneaks a bag of pastries from that bakery you have been talking about, the one with the too-long line that is always entirely sold out by the time you are done with work.Ā Ā Ā
BecauseĀ thisĀ was so much better. The feeling of his large hands digging into your soft plush thighs, leaving more deep marks on that delicate skin of yours. The way your hot tight pussy clamped down on his cock, the cock he shaped soĀ perfectlyĀ just for you, as he filled you up in the way you so sweetly asked for.
You could do nothing more but mewl and babble in pleasure and latch onto him as if he was the only thing tethering you to this world. His name was the only sound that left your puffy, kiss-bruised lips, and your cute tear-filled eyes only looked at him, so full of pleasure, trust, andĀ love. He knows itās love because you tell him so every morning and every night, paired with a little kiss on his patchwork cheek. You murmur those three words over and over again as you sink into the mattress as he presses himself against you. He could so easily lie and say it back, even though he knows that love is impossible for him, he was not created with that in mind. But he doesnāt say it back, because he doesnāt have to lie to make you smile so brightly for him.
He doesnāt have to concoct ways to get you to talk to him, to kiss him, to hold his hand in that soft way you always do. So instead he calls you cutie, pretty,Ā beautiful, and he means it. He calls you his favorite human, his forever favorite, and he tells you that you areĀ hisĀ and you always will be. Because that is true. You can feel it in how he nips at your skin, his teeth sharp and always present yet oh so gentle as he leaves countless marks all over your body. You can feel it when he refuses to let his tongue and lips leave your puffy clit, despite how much liquid already trickles out of your pussy. You can feel it when he pouts and holds you close against him when you have to leave for work before letting you go with a noisy smooch, knowing youāll return home later, return to him later. Heāll always make sure of that.
You can feel what you mean to him when he picks you up and twirls you around once youāve cooked that last meal from your motherās old cookbook, and it is just as delicious as you remember, perhaps even better. How he tickles your little tears away into sweet giggles. He shows you the brand new cookbook that he āfoundā, the one that you had been debating on buying. He pouts and rolls his eyes when you try and tell himĀ yet againĀ how stealing is bad. You can never stay mad at him for long though, especially when he points out the recipes heās already marked with sticky notes, the recipes he wants you to make for him, and even a few he wants to make for you (he swears he wonāt cause a fire this time).
His mismatched eyes are full of excitement, mainly because of that warm bubbly look on your face, that soft smile he craves to see every day. But also because of the whole stack of cookbooks he has hidden away deep within your closet, and he canāt wait to see your reaction to that revelation once you are finished with this one, excited to see if you will pout so cutely as you try to scold him and hide that twinkling look that always overflows out of your eyes and into every crevice of your face. But he can wait as long as it will take for you to get through this cookbook. Itāll beĀ soĀ worth it.Ā
your very naughty naga mahito whos favourite thing to do mid fuck is sink his fangs into your neck.
first time he does it hes groaning mindlessly in your ear, strong scaley tail holding your legs in place as he lays his full weight against your front. "haha.. ha... mnggh.." laughing inbetween moans his clawed hands grip at your back as he fucks himself in and out. noticing you lost to bliss he cheekily raises his head away from your ear and nuzzles at your neck, fangs like needles swiftly sinking into your skin. its a deliberately venomless bite, but you dont know that. the pain snaps you out of your blissful state and you yelp, mind frantic as you try to remember what youre meant to do when a snake bites you and how to keep the venom from spreading and does that all apply to nagas too? you dont even notice the delighted moan mahito lets out, shuddering in ecstacy as the fear makes you clamp down tighter around his dick.
after u find out youre ok n he gets scolded š
(also quick note this is not what the poll was about, that will be a full oneshot. i am just bad and slow at writing so it'll be a while. after i post the oneshot i might open requests so if you have any ideas hold onto those. this was written late at night on my phone so not checked or anythingĀ i will fix up mistakes later ok have mercy)
naga!mahito with a bunny hybrid s/o that he keeps safe in his nest after finding you shivering and starving. he waaaas gonna eat you but figured you could do with some food first so that youd be more of a worthy meal. that plan got scrapped after you went into heat and he realised how helpful you would be if he kept you around instead <33 holding your back against his chest and licking his forked tongue against your ear as he fucks himself into you cruel and lazy, intentionally not giving you enough. you cry and whine and writhe against his grip, body begging to be filled up properly. hhhh
oreos are pretty good. theyāre yummy, three layers of absolutely yumminess that you just canāt seem to stop loving. mahito loves them too .. but for another reason.
when you first showed them to him, holding it up so he could see it .. he thought it was like a hockey puck, just smaller and better smelling. then you forced it into his mouth and he would just take whichever oreos you had left.
he liked the three layers, and in some way, it now all made sense. with mahito having you folded in half, slowly fucking himself deeper into you as he grins like a cheshire cat. āsee? we have two layers of you now..ā he coons, leaning in to lick and pepper kisses all across your sweaty face that contorted in pleasure.
his large hand grasped at our thigh, moving lower and lower until his thumb was able to grasp your labia and spread it open, his hips moving at a teasing pace despite how deep he was thrusting into your gut. ādo you think we can make you into three?ā he grunts, eyes crinkling from how far heās smiling. but itās not a genuine oneā of course not. heās smiling like a sadistic maniac. āif i twist your soul into three pieces, layered one atop the other .. would you like that, sweetie?ā his other hand grasps your face, squishing your cheeks together harshly as he stares at you. how could a threat to being transfigured sound so tempting?
when you shake your head and mewl, grasping the back of your knees, he giggles in joy. youāre so stupidly cute and scared of him. you know the things heās capable of, and that he simply doesnāt care. it makes fucking you all the more easier.
āiāll be nice then..ā he mutters softly, leaning all the way down so heās pressed directly against your folded body, finally giving you a little peck as he pistons his hips faster so heās driving into your gut. āiāll be the third layer.. how about that? ahh.. you can feel it all the way up to here, hm?ā he cackles and moves his hand that was originally holding your face to your tummy, pressing down against it. āwhat a good boy. maybe i should reward you sometime, hm?ā
Mahito who is absolutely obsessed with the noises you make. You are just so cute when he prods your ticklish spot, the little yelps you make when he squeezes your thighs, the whines as he teases your chest... He adores every single one.
plot: mahito surprises you by splitting his body into three copies of himself ā themes: group sex, mahito changing his body to have tentacles, tongue throating, smut, anal, m/m/m/f, foursomes, f!reader ā a/n: all consensual here, wanted to play around with such an imagine ā w.c: ~1.6k
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āCan I help you with something?ā you asked Mahito who was otherwise stood right before you; his eyes so dazed yet so focused at the same time, as though wide with fleeting wonder.
āWanna see something fun?ā he asked after a moment of unsettling silence.
Knowing Mahito, you couldnāt help but feel some sort of dread nestle within the depths of your stomach. Albeit reluctantly, you however did nod as to confirm your curiosity.
Noticing your discomfort, the patch faced cursed spirit giggled to himself rather suspiciously but seemed to be restraining himself into a smoother, more casual demeanour.
You then watched with wary eyes as he did something not only strange, but surely impossible.
Even for him.
Like the tethering flame of a dry wick kissing a burning flame, Mahito slowly emerged as a secondary, seemingly separated life form. You stared with a wide, unblinking gaze as his body began to split, plopping out another version of him.
It took a hot moment for you to even process what was going on. A thought that you must have been hallucinating had crossed your mind for a second, but no matter how you tried to shake off what you were seeing; you couldnāt.
You faltered for a second longer before regaining your voice again, quizzing him at an almost bewildered tone, āI beg your finest pardon?ā
āImpressed?ā the Mahito closest to you had asked. The clone version. His voice was equally smooth and seemingly equally just as playful as his original counterpart.
Taking a deep breath, you closed your eyes for a moment, trying to ground yourself while taking a long, deep breath. With a still shaky tone, you tried your best to keep it all together, but you couldnāt quite retain your composure completely, āIām notā¦ too surprised, actually. Iām just floored that this is even possible to begin with.ā
The two of them laughed in response, both sounding eerily similar yet somehow vaguely different. It was very clearly that they both found this whole situation deeply amusing, although there was a slight inkling of something else that lingered beneath the surface. It wasnāt quite unlike Mahito to prod at your boundaries and test the limits of what you could and could not handle, but it didnāt seem to be going in such a direction.
Before you had a chance to gather your thoughts and finalise them however, the cursed spirit managed to split off once more and reveal a third addition to his two other copies.
With fluttering eyes, you locked in on the sight before you.
There were three of them.
Three.
Your mouth opened to say something, anything, but no such words came.
Just what the hell was this, exactly?
āWhatās the matter?ā one of them asked, their voice taunting yet somehow alluring at the same time.
āWhatās the matterā¦?ā you repeated in a strained whisper, your mind still racing to process whatever mess he had plunged you into now. Which one of them was even speaking to you right now, anyway? Was this the original? Or was it one of the otherā¦ clones?
Another Mahito that hovered near the side of the other two decided to chime in as well, āYouāre looking a little overwhelmed, huh?ā
Wasā¦ was this one the original? You couldnāt even tell anymore. Although, there was one version of him that was surely unsettling. The one that lingered towards the side, watching you from the shadows. That particular version of him had no playfulness leftover in his demeanour, with all accounts of his nonchalant personality replaced with something dread inducing instead.
āJust think,ā one of the more laidback versions spoke up, tearing your attention away, āthe more of me, the better right?ā
The other one seemed to agree with himself, āYeah, thatās right. Now you get to have three times the fun.ā
You hadnāt really quite noticed it right away, but the three of them had managed to close in on you by now, walking you up against the living room wall. The sensation of the cool brick pressing against your spine threw you off a little, prompting you to flinch.
Yet, the three Mahitos were undeterred, still easing as closely possible towards you. It wasnāt that you were put off by this developmentāit was quite the opposite actuallyābut you didnāt want to admit it. That in the presence of three of him, you were flustered, maybe even aroused.
And given the hungry looks on each of their faces, it was highly likely that they all had the same idea going on. You paused for a moment, narrowing your eyes at the sight. Of course they were all thinking the same thing, surely. They were still one personāone curse, after allājust sectioned off into three.
Ah, how confusing it all was, but you were slowly losing your ability to otherwise care, blinded by your own arousal.
The middle Mahito pressed his body against your own, trapping you between him and the wall. His hand snaked around your waist, coiling down to your core like organic springs, while the others manoeuvred around however and wherever they could.
Dipping your arm below your hips, the middle Mahito continued onwards with his pursuit by pushing down at your jeans and your underwear in unison, dropping the fabric down to the floor. His fingers then closed and pointed, webbing together and morphing into a tentacle-like appendage that speared into the enveloping pull of your cunt.
The quieter, more unnerving Mahito turned your head off to the side while the middle one continued to drive himself into your body, by pressing his lips against yourself and slipping his tongue inside. Similar to the middle version, the fleshy muscle seemed to only lengthen itself, vining into the back of your throat and quite literally taking your breath away.
Muffled whines and moans slipped out of your throat as you barely processed the progression of events. The writhing pass in between your legs had bloated and swelled, pushing inhuman lengths of reach. It partially hurt, but also felt pleasurable in a way that was unlike anything you have ever felt before. At last however, the tongue retracted from your throat, allowing you to pass a low whimper on its removal.
The one opposite off to the side didnāt give you too much time to think however, turning you over towards him with an impatient gesture and repeating the actions of the quieter oneāof who positioned himself right behind you next. While both your pussy and your throat were occupied, he freed his erection from slightly pulling down at his trousers and position himself at your slightly parted cheeks. Spitting onto his tip, he coated the head of cock in saliva before pressing it against the opening of your ass, easing himself into the tight position, though allowing you to take him in slowly.
āKeep up,ā the quieter one murmured, the playfulness still somehow absent from his voice unlike with the other two. Something about such a development was both thrilling yet worrying, but you didnāt have neither the time nor the opportunity to think.
You tried your best to keep up, feeling his throbbing length press become swallowed by the encasing muscles, feeling ever so slightly overwhelmed at the prospect of being filled up by three of him. The one tightly packed in your behind, pushing himself back and forth in heated, almost feverish motion. It almost felt like he was tearing you apart, splitting into you with every grunted plunge.
Meanwhile, the one in the front was quickly getting a rise from within you. Morphing veins and ridges over his twisting arm, he elicited raw pleasure from filling you out in every sense of the word. His other hand focused on creating a suction-like addition, that he held clean over your clit, further feeding into the sensation.
Thoroughly stuffed to the brim by all three of them, your body began to quickly writhe and convulse as it succumbed to almost numbing bliss.
āAw, are you going to cum already?ā the one in front of you teased, although his tone of voice seemed to be almost endearing.
All you could do was give a slight nod of your occupied head, still being throated by his other self pushing his elongated tongue back and forth down your throat while the other continued to pound away ruthlessly into your ass.
Still keeping the sensation going, he removed his other hand from your clit, easing down to his knees instead while keeping his arm still thrusting into you. Propping open his mouth, he speared his tongue over towards your clit in a similar fashion to how the other two used their tongues, driving a focus on the sensitive bud. The wet muscle flicked and lapped over the nub, bringing you closer and closer towards your finish.
It was swift due to the overwhelming amount of both pleasure and pressure alike, but your lower stomach soon had found its limit. In a tight squeeze, your thighs quivered and clenched tight against his arm, while your hips stuttered from an intensely milked out orgasm.
Melting against the wall in much sought after recovery, the other two withdrew from you and seemed to fuse back together with the original, who seemed to be the one in the middle. You blinked at the sight, but didnāt question it anymore, needing to rest more than to process the madness he just demonstrated.
āNow imagine if i could make even more of me,ā Mahito laughed to himself, settling right beside you to join you in your rest.
You gulped, unable to quite imagine the prospect of even more of him, feeling your cheeks redden from the very thought in near anticipation.
With a weary light hearted scoff, you leaned your head over his shoulder and felt your eyes droop shut. āYeah, imagineā¦ā
(Although a part of you couldnāt wait for all this to happen again. And again. ā¦And again.)
omg imagine mahito fingering himself and moaning your name not knowing you've been watching him from shadows! him being surprised when he saw you but instead of stopping, he start to fuck himself faster and harder! crying out your name as if you were his god šµāš«šµāš«
ā mahito so cute pls i wanna touch him (thank u for request iāll eat u out)
your name ā mahito
ā dom ! male.reader x sub ! mahito
ā contents : no actual smut , finger fucking or js fingering , getting caught so.. exhibitionism
he was looking down at his hand and looked up at you sitting on the floor. he smiled contentedly before walking away.
you had gotten told by geto to get mahito so you went looking for him, surely he hadnāt gone far. as you wondered off you heard faint noises which- you assumed belonged to your fellow blue haired friend.
was he in trouble? he soundedā¦desperate, he was whining and cryingā¦ you walked faster looking for him but when you didā¦.
his face was plastered on the floor with his hips up high, his ass was out, two of his fingers in his slick hole. He did seem desperate.. like it wasnāt enough.
and with that, he was chanting your name imagining that you were the one fucking him.
āh..arder yn.. ughn..~ā
you held your breath, you could feel yourself getting hard as you watched this guy finger himself in front of you. Did he not know you were watching?
His half lidded eyes looked behind him and saw your figure staring at his exposed body, his breath hitched and the sudden need to release hit him. he whined louder and fucked himself on his fingers harder all while moaning your name as if you werenāt there.
āahā yn p..pleazā¦ need you..hahh~ yyynnnnā¦.ā he jolted up before screaming as he came all over the floor and collapsed bedside the mess, your name leaving his mouth a couple more times in whispers.
you were panting just as loud as he was, he glanced at you, giving you a small smirk seeing your bulge thru your pants.
āmahiā¦to..ā you took a step forward and swallowed glancing at his loose hole.
ā¦ geto can wait a bitā¦.
a/n; i love all 700 of u guys (i apologize dis is not my best work)
"What a slut!" Mahito purrs in your ear, holding your back to his chest with an unnatural amount of arms. He groans into your ear and licks it before cackling at your weak form. "Isnt this so horrifying? Letting yourself be broken by a curse? Hm? How will you ever live with yourself as a sorcerer after this?"
Mahito lets your body slump fowards against the ground before pulling your hips up and slipping himself back in. "Haa... so warm..." Too many hands grab mindlessly at your skin. All you can feel is his cock and hands, all you can hear is his laughter and whiny moans. "So pathetic, rolling over the second you were defeated. You agreed to this so quickly, its almost like you wanted it from the start!"
Mahito lets himself flop against your back as his thrusts get sloppier. "You just bent over and let me use you! I cant believe you agreed to this!" Mahito laughs, pushing his cock in as deep as he can manage before cumming. "There we go!~" He pulls out after properly stuffing you, his many arms retracting away. He inspects his work, pushing any cum that spills out back into your hole with his finger. "Enjoy going back to your sorcerer friends like this. Make sure to let them all know a filthy curse had its way with you!"
I didnt proofread this im on my phone rn so sorry if theres typos Ill go over it later.anyway i wanna write a fic like this where reader keeps coming back if I do itll probably be amab reader though trying to make smut entirely gender neutral is tricky
Mahito who makes his goal obvious every time you fuck. He wants you whining and begging, brain turned to mush as he fucks his cock into you, making it just that little bit bigger with each thrust. He snickers between moans, taunting you. "Whats that? You want it bigger?" He laughs as you only mewl in response, grasping at his long greyish-blue hair to pull him closer for a kiss to distract yourself from the stretch. "Is that a yes? Too fucked out to even respond... hehehee..."
Mahito x Transmasc Reader. Excuse my poor knowledge about hrt. mostly mahito being a freak. MDNI.
Mahito adores seeing the changes in your body ever since you've started testosterone. Initially he found it silly that you would try and change your body without his help. He literally specializes in this stuff and you'd get the results you want right away, no prescription needed. Despite that, you insist that you transition properly and safely. In order to soothe Mahito you assure him that he will be able to check up on your bodily changes as much as he'd like, to which he cheers up.
After quite a few checkups, it becomes extremely clear to you which change is his favorite. Whenever you agree to let him check up on you, he always inspects your bottom growth first. He thinks it is just so cute!
"So sensitive!" Mahito coos, lubricating his finger with his own saliva as he gently rubs your bottom growth and intently watches for your reaction. "You've definitely gotten bigger. I'm almost glad you wouldn't let me just transfigure you a dick, it's so cute like this..." He runs his inhumanly long tongue against your cock, drooling a little. He can't help it! You've been so constantly aroused recently, he can smell it, and you always smell so good. He gets off the floor and onto your bed, sitting between your legs. "Let's see..." He murmurs to himself before tugging his pants down to free his dick, pressing it against yours and relishing in the size difference. "So small compared to mine... Cute cute cute." Mahito rambles on, voice high and whiney even as you complain to him how unfair that is when he can change the size of his dick at will.
Then he discovers frotting probably. Might write a proper fic about this I don't know if its too self indulgent. Who gives a freak
mmm...Mahito coming inside of you for the first time in a while. He babbles and whines as he grips you close so tight, assuring himself you won't try and pull away as he pushes himself into you as much as he can. His cock grows a little as he cries against your neck, trying to come as deep inside as he can. "Mmm! Missed you!" He groans, licking messily at your pulse, his saliva dripping down your neck as he spills his thick cum into you.
Thinking about Mahito being a freak about your scent.
Occasionally he'll sneak up behind you, just to remind himself of the scent of your fear, even just for a moment. He also adores pressing his stitched face up against your crotch when you're relaxing, inhaling deeply and kissing over the fabric of your pants. He does this so frequently it's almost become a ritual. You smell so sweet, so lovely, he can't get enough...
Mahito groans into your clothed crotch, hips rutting against the mattress lazily as he laps at your sex through the fabric. "Smells so good... You're so good... So sweet..." He grunts, continuing to drool and lick, too mindless to even bother removing your pants.
