"Well... What they say about Asian men isn’t true." Who: Tenoh Haruka and Kaioh Michiru What: Adventures in inexplicable genderswap. When: During the wish plot. After these texts. Where: Their flat. Rating: NC-17. No doubt about it. Status: Complete!
This was definitely new. And weird. And so, so hard to explain. Not that Haruka was complaining... it was just so bizarre to not have any sense of dysphoria at all, to not have to bother with things like the binder because things were right.
She felt a little guilty for waking Michiru, but honestly, news like that just couldn’t wait. Much fun as it would’ve been to surprise her with it when she got home.
The moment she’d received that first text that properly described what exactly was going on, she got up and everything was packed. This was going to be interesting, she knew that much. On the flight home, she’d managed to get at least enough sleep so as to not be a complete zombie when she got to the flat.
“I’m home...” Trailed off and dropped her things to the side while popping the top to an energy drink and downing half of it.
The wait had felt damn near impossible at times, but Haruka had somehow coped, and kept her hands away from... things, which was probably something medal-worthy. “I’m still sorry for dragging you home. Even if... well, this is a big thing...”
And that was an accidental innuendo. Oops.
“Such subtle choice of words...” She shook her head in amusement before downing the rest if the drink and tossing it into the trash bin. Once her shoes are off, she slipped off her coat to reveal a low cut and short dress. She changed in the elevator!
Walking over, she bent over slightly, arching an eyebrow. “What are we working with?”
Haruka had to bite her lip to keep from moaning. Okay, apparently, this thing made her approve a little too much of what Michiru was wearing... “I’m... not exactly sure. Not wanted to touch in case I got carried away.”
There wasn’t much doubt in her mind that she would’ve, if only because she hadn’t exactly been able to deal with the frustration from helping Michiru over the phone.
“Wanted to let me be here to help you experience it?” Dropped to her knees in front of her and ever so gently pushed her hand against it. The warmth from it was a pleasant surprise, against the slight cold that the packer gave off. It was her lover’s warmth, that’s what mattered.
Smiling, Michiru began gently moving her hand up and down firmly against it through the fabric.
“Can you blame me?” Okay, that felt nice... she couldn’t help but jerk her hips against her touch, a low moan escaping her lips. “Didn’t want you to miss out, you know...”
“You could have enjoyed yourself... I would have been fine.” Moved to tug at her boxers to get them off and her eyes went wide. “Well... What they say about Asian men isn’t true.” Giggled to herself.
“Those stereotypes are never true anyway...” Or, well, so Haruka had heard. It probably helped, in her case, that she was a fair bit taller than average - it all worked out in her favour, right?
Michiru didn’t plan to stay and do what she did next for long, but she wanted to give Haruka a small glimpse of it. She took hold of it and stroked a few times before running her tongue up. Sure it was weird to have it warm and slightly throbbing, but that was all the fun of gender changes, right?
If it was weird on that end, she should’ve thought how Haruka probably felt about it. Sudden changes in your pants weren’t exactly normal! She couldn’t help a low moan, or a slight jerk of her hips, at Michiru’s actions... clearly, the woman was evil.
As if she’d ever doubted that for a moment.
Evil or not, Haruka was damn lucky to have someone so open to change. How many women would be so open to just throw their preferences, and in Michiru’s case, high school fear out the window? She stood and lifted off her dress, leaving her in nothing but her panties.
Haruka’d always known she was lucky. Things like this just confirmed it for her. She had to forcibly avert her eyes at that, even if it did nothing to prevent her body’s reaction. “Michiru...”
She eased down her panties and set them to the side before straddling her hips. Sure, she wasn’t as wet as she could be, but won’t stop her much. She rocked her hips up and down, making sure her folds occasionally brushed the new cock between her legs.
This was just proving even more that she was evil. Haruka bit her lip, trying to keep herself under control... and failing at least a little. Damn her. In an attempt at revenge, she slipped a hand to lightly tease at her clit, not wanting to be the only one having... issues.
Michiru moaned and jerked her hips forward, managing to get her folds to completely envelop and slide along new parts a few times before pulling away and taking her hand to lead her to the bedroom. She figures it will be more comfortable for both of them. Kinky can come later... and she expected their lovemaking to last for however long this does.
Well, there’d be some breaks, obviously. They couldn’t just disappear for however long this was going on - much as the thought was tempting, the tabloids would talk, and their manager would likely explode in a way that only a flamboyantly gay man could.
“There’s only one problem I can see with this thing...” Honestly, it seemed fun, but the fact that it had that kind of side effect... or, well, could have. If they weren’t careful. “And that’s that we have to be... a little more careful than usual.”
Michiru arched an eyebrow before going over to her purse and pulling out a box full of condoms, and a morning after pill. Just in case. “You don’t give me enough credit sometimes, honestly.” When they got into the bedroom, she set the box by the bed and made the sexiest pose she could manage to see just how in tune with her body Haruka was.
“I didn’t know if you’d had time...” That pose was cheating. On far, far too many different levels. She bit her lip to hold back a moan, quickly moving to yank her into a fierce kiss - it was either this, or she listened to the terrible ideas going through her mind.
She giggled into a moan, reaching down to take a gentle hold of it and began lightly stroking. If this was permanent, she’d deal. And if it wasn’t, she would help Haruka make the best of it. She only hoped the best of it meant she’d be unable to walk the next few weeks.
Haruka would’ve been disappointed in herself if she didn’t screw up Michiru’s ability to walk somehow. She couldn’t help a low moan at her touch, trying to keep mostly focused on the kissing for the sake of her own sanity.
Screw sanity! Michiru flipped her onto her back and moved down to trace her tongue along her once more a few times before actually taking her into her mouth and slowly bobbing her head.
Damn her and her ways. Haruka instinctively tangled a hand in her hair, a low moan escaping her lips. This felt so much better than it usually did...
It better feel so much better, it’s her own parts after all! She took her most of the way in before pulling off and smiling up at her. “So... What do you want to try first?” That being said, she reached to get a condom and unwrapped it. Even if she really doesn’t have any idea how to put it on.
It was clearly a good thing that Haruka did know, then. Not through any need to use them, of course - they just added to the disguise at the rare times she did sleep with people. “I guess ‘everything’ isn’t an answer, right?”
Really, could you blame her? It wasn’t every day you randomly got genderswapped into the right body.
Michiru rolled her eyes. “We’ll get to everything, I promise.” She moved to lay next to her and spread her legs slightly, feeling it’s best to start with missionary until Haruka gets a proper feel and control over it. The fact it’s bigger than anything they’ve used before has her actually nervous!
Just because it was bigger wasn’t really a reason to be nervous. Haruka was entirely capable of being gentle, and careful, when it counted... “You know that means I’m not letting you out of my sight for a long time to come, right?”
“I guess I can’t complain too much.” And if she tried to complain, she knew Haruka would pout and she’d just feel silly for it. She spread her legs gently while waiting for Haruka to put the condom on. Annoying things that they were.
Definitely no pouting. It just wasn’t manly, or really all that appropriate. Haruka dealt with the condom as quickly as she could, just wanting to get that part over with, before moving to kiss her again, slipping a hand down to check - if she wasn’t wet enough, well, she had ways of dealing with that.
She wasn’t really, couldn’t help it. She is nervous! Michiru shifted her hips and kissed back the same, trying not to seem too nervous.
Haruka pulled back, shifting to just lightly pinch at her clit. “There’s nothing to be nervous about, you know... still the same guy.”
“I know... You’re just bigger and... Well you know my fears.” Bit her lip, trying to suppress her fears and worries. Those were all in the past, and this is about Haruka. Haruka is the one with the big deal going on, in more ways that one.
“I’m not like every guy. Even with... this sort of thing going on,” Haruka pulled her hand away, just so she was sure that Michiru was actually listening to her. Or, well, at least sure that she wasn’t distracted by more sexual things. “Trust me, Michiru. Remember that I love you, and that that’s never going to change.”
She bit her lip and nodded. “I love you too... And trust you.” Michiru sighed and turned her face to look outside. “I just have my own worries and concerns about everything... But they aren’t so much to do with you.” Pulled her in for a deep kiss, reaching down to rub at her clit to try and relax herself.
It was hard not to focus on those worries. Haruka hated to make her partner feel anything even close to that, after all... she tried to refocus on the kiss, as best she could. Maybe she could handle all this if they kept it like that...
Michiru let out a little sigh into the kiss, tilted her head when they found a pattern of kissing that was best for her. It was nice, kissing her and everything. So much so that she spread her legs wider and pushed the up into the air to signal she could try again.
Haruka wasn’t going to rush into this. That’d be simply asking for disaster from the outset... instead, she moved to slowly ease two fingers inside her, still keeping most of her attention focused on the kiss. Best distraction ever, seriously.
It was the best distraction, yes. Michiru groaned, growing wetter by the second. Damn her, damn her good. She broke the kiss to tip her head back, eyes shut and mouth open slightly. She really is gorgeous, even during this when some people can end up looking ridiculous!
Not that Michiru could ever look ridiculous. She was refined in everything she did... or, well, at least she was in Haruka’s eyes. She dared to hook her fingers upwards, trying to make this feel as good as humanly possible for her.
Michiru gasped and jerked her hips up, pushing her open mouth against the back of her hand. “Oh Haruka!” Groaned and tightened around her fingers. In the midst of the pleasure, she’s concerned with how all this was effecting Haruka, what with new parts being there and all.
It was uncomfortable, considering how much it was getting to her, but Haruka could deal with it. Just about. “God, you feel good...” That though was actually making things worse... to actually be able to feel it, properly, was going to be mindblowing.
“I... I want you inside, Haruka...” Looked down at her and tried to show that she was indeed ready for it now. Both in how wet she was and mentally ready for it. She pulled her hand down to ever so gently stroke along the now slick from the condom dick that hung between Haruka’s legs.
Haruka bit her lip to try and hold back a moan, her hips jerking just slightly at her touch. Damn that thing. Damn it and its... stupid sensitivity. Even if it’d probably be useful later... she slowly pulled her fingers out, trying to keep herself properly under control. “You’re sure? I don’t want to hurt you...”
“Just go slow, things will be fine.” Smiled and tilted her head to the side. This was something Haruka would never forget, so she’s set on just focusing on the moment, and not the past. She trusts Haruka after all! Michiru pulled her hand away and lifted them above her head to hold into the pillow and spread her legs.
Well, if she was that sure... Haruka moved to kiss her again, largely to keep her a little occupied, as she slowly and gently eased inside her. She was trying her best not to let on too much, even if it already felt far too good...
Despite the kissing, the size made her tense and dig her nails into her back. She’s not relaxing, she can’t help it. Haruka is larger this way, sure, it feels kind of good. But right now it just aches and has too much pressure.
Which was enough of a sign for Haruka to stop, pulling away from the kiss. To try and help, she slipped a hand down her body, just lightly teasing at her clit. “Take it easy, Michiru... don’t want you hurting.”
“I can’t help it...” Groaned and tipped her head to the side, moaning softly. “It’s just so big inside me...” She figured it will eventually feel really good. But until then, it ached. “How do I feel?”
“You feel incredible...” And she wasn’t even all the way in yet. Haruka was fairly sure this was going to drive her insane.
“Feel nice to actually feel it and it not be just your fingers?” Arched her hips up to try and get her in deeper once Haruka’s managed to distract and relax her enough. “Feels good on this end... Can’t wait till my body is relaxed enough for you to start moving, I bet it’s going to feel amazing.”
Nice was probably the understatement of the century. Haruka nipped lightly at her neck, still just gently teasing at her clit. “If it doesn’t feel amazing, you can kick me. Or worse. Whatever you think’s a fitting punishment.”
That’d come out sounding a little more kinky than she’d meant it to. It was a curse!
“Oh my...” Michiru smirked and when she felt her entirely in, she tightened around and pulled her onto a kiss, making sure to dig her nails into her scalp with one hand, and into her back with the other. Might as well cause her brain to explode from all forms of pleasure she could manage at once, right?
Haruka couldn’t help a low moan, or a slight jerk of her hips, trying to respond to the kiss as best she could. It was more than a little hard, to say the least... she felt impossibly good, after all.
Kissed as deeply as she could, starting to rock her hips and move in time with her thrusts. Haruka was already displaying godhood in this, how was she so amazing with it already? Michiru dragged her nails down her back and gently bit down at her lip.
Years and years of practice definitely helped, even if she’d never actually had something like this before. Haruka sped up just a little, moaning into the kiss at the feeling of her nails... and, yeah, maybe the bite helped too. She couldn’t complain.
Michiru rocked her hips up, finding the warmth of Haruka inside like her fingers, but the shape of the packer to be a pleasant surprise. Not the cool firmness of it, but an ease to push thing of flesh. Which was what it was. She bit her lip again, and to test tightened around her, trying to get as tight around it as possible for her.
Goddamn. Haruka couldn’t help but go harder, trying not to completely lose herself in how amazing that felt. Even with this thing, she was still more concerned with Michiru’s pleasure than her own... some things never changed.
“Oh Haruka...” Michiru gasped and locked both legs around her back, digging her nails into her shoulders and tipped her head back. It felt so good. With her eyes rolling back into her head, she had to jerk her nails down just to bring herself back to a place of sanity.
That might’ve been Michiru’s way of trying to ground herself, but it had rather the opposite effect on Haruka. She couldn’t help a rough moan, speeding up just a little. “God, Michiru...”
Michiru let out a little shriek of pleasure when the perfect spot was found and it was only a few more thrusts into her before she came with a loud scream of her name, her walls going tight around her and nails digging into her shoulders and dragging down as the waves of pleasure only continued over her lithe body.
What, already? Damn, she was good today... even if the ridiculous sensitivity of that thing meant she couldn’t exactly last out. She managed a few more thrusts, each rougher than the last, before coming with a rough moan of her name. Honestly? She wasn’t sure which way up was.
She was fairly sure that she was going to master this thing, though. Especially if there might be a time limit.