Chocolate Fic for ryogrande
To: ryogrande
From: luna_truths
Title: Twist of the hips
Pairing: Oomasa Aya/Fujigaya Taisuke, Kitayama Hiromitsu/Karina
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Fujigaya has always treated women as objects, using them for nothing more than a quick fling. This time the tables have turned.
A/N: Thanks a lot to my beta and a huge thank you to my secret helper-san.
The bass is loud, a little too loud, and Fujigaya has struck out with three girls since the night began. He never strikes out, girls are usually all over him trying to be the one he spends the night with. Each girl he’s approached since then hasn’t even given him a chance to speak, scoffing in his face and saying she’s got somewhere else to be.
Fujigaya walks back to the bar, ordering another drink and downing it the moment it’s placed in front of him. Another girl, not too far away from where’s he’s sitting, catches his eye and he decides to try one last time. He approaches her slowly, eyes raking over her.
“Hey,” he says, voice quiet in an attempt to make himself seem more appealing. She doesn’t respond right away, just stares back at him with a curious expression. “Can I buy you a drink?” he asks, making sure to grin brightly. “Anything you want.” The girl points to the full glass before her, mouth twitching in a half smile before Fujigaya sighs. “Let’s dance okay? One dance?”
Fujigaya growls in frustration when the girl merely shakes her head and turns away from him. Before he knows what he’s doing, he’s reaching out and grabbing her by her wrist. “Excuse you,” she says, voice calm and dark at the same time. It makes Fujigaya shiver.
“Just come dance with me, it’s not like it’ll kill you,” Fujigaya says, pulling at her arm. “It’ll probably be one of the best dances of your entire life. Not everyone gets the chance to dance with me.”
“I don’t want to dance with you,” she says, pulling free of his grasp and glaring. “If I wanted to dance with you, I would have agreed the first time you asked me.”
“You’re kind of a bitch, aren’t you?” Fujigaya asks with a snort. “Must be why you came here alone and have been sitting at the bar most of the night.”
“You don’t understand women very well, do you?” she asks, carefully sliding out of her seat. Fujigaya watches her, not hiding the way he stares her up and down. “You just assume we all come here so that we may be approached by some drunk nitwit in hopes of being taken home by them.”
“What else would you come to a bar for? Especially if you’re not dancing?” Fujigaya asks, he thinks it’s a very valid question. “Everyone knows that if you come to a bar alone, that you’re hoping to be picked up.”
She snorts. “Disrespectful boy.”
“Who are you calling a boy?” he snaps. “I assure you, I am not a boy. I’m a full grown man, thank you very much.”
“I’ll make sure you understand women. I’ll make it to where you treat girls the way they’re meant to be treated,” she says, and something inside of Fujigaya changes. he can feel it, but he isn’t sure what it is or what she means. “The only way you’ll learn that, is if you go through everything we do.”
“What are you talking about? You’re so batty,” Fujigaya laughs, he needs to choose his prey more carefully from now on.
She just smiles, dark and threatening. “You’ll never be the same, Fujigaya Taisuke.”
“I never told you my name.” he says a moment later, but it’s too late and she just walks out of the bar. Leaving him standing there, confused and more than a little concerned. He ignores the feeling in his stomach, and goes back to the table with his friends and orders another drink. If he can’t get laid tonight, then he’ll just drink until everything blurs together.
--
Fujigaya groans, face pressed so deep into his pillow that he can taste the feathers it was made with. His head is throbbing and he only slightly regrets drinking as much as he did. He can’t even remember how he got home last night. Regretfully he drags himself out of his warm bed and stumbles towards the bathroom. He feels lighter on his feet, but just assumes that’s because he’s hungover.
It’s not until he’s pulling his pants down that he realizes he’s missing something very vital, quickly he moves his hands across his body before staring wide-eyed into the mirror.
“Wait. Where’s my dick?” he asks his reflection, praying this was some nightmare that he would wake up from any minute.
Fujigaya splashes cold water on his face, making sure he’s fully awake before he gets a good look at himself in the mirror. His hair is longer than usual, his face seems softer and more full. His hands are shaking when he reaches to the hem of his shirt, if his dick is missing and the other parts of his body have changed this much, then he’s afraid to see what else is different.
He wants to faint when he see’s the two soft lumps of flesh under his shirt. These were things that were completely different the night before, and the first thing he remembers are the words from the mysterious woman he’d tried to pick up at the bar.
“Oh my god. This can’t be real,” he says, right before he runs towards his phone and calls the first person in his contacts.
--
It takes Kitayama fifteen minutes before he stops laughing. He had been laughing so hard that he’d ended up in the fetal position on the floor, clutching his stomach and rolling. Fujigaya is so angry by that point that he’s seconds away from pouncing on him and beating him until he can no longer breathe, let alone laugh. .
“Are you done now?” Fujigaya asks, arms crossed across his chest.
“How did this happen? You have girl parts now,” Kitayama says, slowly wiping away the tears on his face. “You have real girl parts.”
“I’m glad that this amuses you,” he replies quietly, eyes narrowed.
“This is fucking gold, oh my god does anyone else know?” Kitayama asks between gasps of air. “Please tell me you told someone else.”
“No!” Fujigaya hisses. “Who else would I tell about this? Why would I want to tell anyone else?” Fujigaya huffs, ready to grab the nearest object and hurl it across the room at Kitayama’s head. “I didn’t even want to tell you, I just called the wrong person.”
“We should have sex!” Kitayama suggests suddenly as if he hadn’t heard a word the other said, leering at Fujigaya. “Because maybe that’s all you need to do to fix this, is to have sex with a real man.”
“Get out,” Fujigaya snaps, before stomping over towards the front door and yanking it open. “Forget this ever happened, maybe it’ll resolve itself.”
“Well how did this even happen?” Kitayama asks from his spot on the couch, he makes no move to get up and actually leave. Which just irritates Fujigaya. “Though you know, sex is probably the best option here.”
“If I knew how this happened, then I would know how to fix it,” Fujigaya hisses. “And as you can see, that hasn’t happened yet.”
“I still stand by the notion that we should have sex,” Kitayama suggests again, ducking when a shoe comes flying towards his head. “Well it works in drama’s!”
“This is not a goddamn drama!” Fujigaya screams, not even surprised by how high his voice is. “I just want my dick back.”
“I keep telling you how to fix this,” Kitayama says calmly.
“What the fuck is with you today? Why are you in such need for sex,” Fujigaya asks, not really caring about the answer as long as Kitayama will leave.
“It’s been awhile okay, plus I think it would be fun to take it out on you.” Kitayama nods, like he’s convinced having sex with Fujigaya while he’s a girl will solve everything. “I wonder if this means you’re a virgin though. I bet it does. You should let me see.”
“I hate you so much. I just want to be normal again,” Fujigaya whines sadly. “Get your hands away from me before I cut them off.” He slaps at Kitayama’s hands when they go to press at the soft curves of his sides.
“Well. I think I know someone who might be able to help you figure out what to do in the meantime,” Kitayama says, and without another word Fujigaya is being pulled from his own apartment.
“Even though I bet they’ll suggest sex too.”
--
Fujigaya stares, drop-jawed, at Karina standing across from him and Kitayama. He hasn’t seen her since they filmed a drama together, and now he finds himself wondering how long she and Kitayama have been in contact.
“Fujigaya-kun?” she asks, the surprise in her voice not surprising him in the least. “Is this some kind of cosplay? Wow it’s really a good one.”
“It’s not a cosplay, he’s actually turned into a girl,” Kitayama says with a grin, inviting himself into her apartment. Fujigaya follows after him slowly, still trying to wrap his mind around seeing Karina again.
“What are you doing here then?” Karina asks, carefully reaching out and running her fingers through Fujigaya’s hair. He shivers at the touch, his entire head tingling. “Oh. Your hair is so soft.”
“Do you have any idea how to reverse this? He says he was a man last night when he went to bed, but he woke up with a vagina this morning.”
Karina hums, index finger pressed against her chin. It’s eerily reminiscent to their scenes in Misaki No.1 “Well you’re a very pretty girl, we should go out to the club sometime.”
“That sounds nice and all, but in case you forgot. I’m a guy,” Fujigaya growls, hating his life more and more by the second. “I have no idea how to act like a girl, or how to dress like one, despite the line of business I’m in.”
Karina walks around him then, and Fujigaya’s entire body tingles with the way her eyes bore into him. He glances over at Kitayama for help, realizing slowly that the other man wasn’t going to help him at all. “It shouldn’t really be that hard for you. It’s basically how you act now, just more polite and less of a dick,” Karina pauses. “Literally.”
Fujigaya groans while Kitayama laughs hard enough to choke on air. Fujigaya reaches out and punches him in the arm, taking pride in the yelp of pain Kitayama lets out. “I can’t believe this is happening to me.”
“Let’s find you something nice to wear, Hiromitsu I hope you plan to wear something nicer than that,” Karina says turning her attention to where Kitayama was doubled over in a fit of laughter. “Go home and make yourself presentable before you come back here, go. Go on now.”
Fujigaya snorts at how obedient Kitayama is, quickly rushing to scurry out of Karina’s apartment. He jumps when she turns back on him, a wide grin on her face. “Um,” he starts.
“I have the perfect outfit in mind for tonight, come with me,” she says, before pulling Fujigaya down the narrow hallway.
--
Fujigaya growls as yet another man offers to buy him a drink in exchange for a dance, he’s lost count of how many times he’s had to tell someone no after they’ve approached him. He may look like a girl, have all the features of a girl, but he doesn’t appreciate being treated like one. Even if being noticed by a bunch of other men boosts his ego exponentially.
He’d lost sight of Karina almost as soon as they walked through the doors, and he hasn’t seen Kitayama since he left Karina’s apartment earlier that day.
“What’re you drinking? Can I get you another one?”
Fujigaya sighs loudly, turning around to face another person and deny them the pleasure of his company. Only he’s extremely surprised to find a girl standing behind him instead. They stare at each other for a few long moments, before she finally speaks.
“It’s not so fun being a girl is it?” Fujigaya jumps at the closeness of her voice, immediately recognizing it from the night he’d met her. He whirls around and glares at her.
“You,” he hisses, feeling nothing except anger towards her.
She grins at him, wiggling long skinny fingers at him. “Hello.”
“You did this to me, now change me back,” Fujigaya demands, hand on his hip before he can stop himself. “I’m sick of being a girl and having all these emotions. Get rid of them.”
Now she just laughs at him. “I told you that your life would change didn’t I? How’s it feel? Knowing this is what women go through every day?”
“I--”
“It’s not fun is it? To be hit on, have drinks poured down your throat,” she goes on, eyes softening a bit. “To not be listened to when you say you don’t want to do something, or to have people assume things just because of where you happen to be.”
Now Fujigaya understands what she meant, the way she felt the moment he approached her the other night. His heart suddenly aches at the realization of how badly he had treated her. “Look. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you feel that way.”
“My names Aya,” she says, and then she’s holding out a hand for him. “You have to experience one more thing before I fix anything. So come with me and I’ll show you the true meaning of being a girl.”
Fujigaya doesn’t really think he can trust her, not after what she’s already done to him. Though the way his entire body is tingling and standing on edge just from being near her has him re-considering. He carefully takes her hand in his and allows her to pull him away from the bar.
--
The mattress is soft against his back, while Aya is warm against him. Dark hair cascading down and covering her face as she hovers above him. His hands are on her waist, they’re still wearing their clothes but Aya’s hands are everywhere at once. Touching, pulling, scratching at him. Making him gasp, while keeping him wanting more than she’s giving.
“This is what I’m supposed to experience as a girl?” he asks, completely breathless and red in the face.
“Trust me it’s better this way, I know exactly where and how to touch you,” she murmurs, lips pressing against his throat as her hands slide down his side. “I’ll make you feel so good that you’ll forget your own name.”
Fujigaya laughs, slipping his hand under her skirt to rest against her thigh. She jumps at the contact, but makes no movement. She allows him to tease her through her panties, which are already wet before he’s even slipped a finger beneath the band to touch her directly. She moans, spurring Fujigaya into action, he presses one finger into her and crooks it.
Aya lets Fujigaya stay in control for a few minutes, rocking down against his fingers and gasping into his neck. Fujigaya whines when she slaps his hand and moves just out of his reach, she just smiles at him.
“I want you to lay still, and just let me take care of you this time,” she whispers, already sliding down his body to where his legs are spread. “Just remember to return the favor once you can breathe again.” she grins and quickly grips the panties he’s wearing and pulls them down, dropping them onto the floor.
“I have no problem brea-- oh god,” Fujigaya moans the moment her tongue moves against him, he fists the sheets and nearly jumps off the bed when a finger slips into him.
Fujigaya’s entire body is tingling, he arches right off the bed when Aya slips a second finger in, moving them in time with her tongue. He has to fight from thrashing, instead opting to fist the sheets harder and moan her name repeatedly. The louder he moans, the faster she goes and at this point all Fujigaya wants to do is come.
“Aya,” he moans, voice high and needy.
She continues to tease him, pulling back away from him and allowing her fingers to slip free. Fujigaya whines again, which only seems to please Aya because then she’s reaching for the drawer on the nightstand. He isn’t entirely surprised when she pulls out a dark purple vibrator, though he is confused about what she’s going to use it for. Unless she was going to use it on herself and let him watch, which was completely okay by him. He may have all the necessary female anatomy, but he was still a guy at heart.
“Are you ready?” she murmurs, crouching back down between his legs, the vibrator dangling from her hands. “This will be fun for both of us.” she says before pressing it inside of him.
Fujigaya isn’t proud of the way he practically screams, the intrusion unfamiliar to him, but not unpleasant. He really starts thrashing and rocking his hips down against it when she turns it on. It immediately sending intense waves of pleasure through him, she makes him feel even better when she puts her mouth back on him. Tongue flicking against the little bundle of nerves, he knows he isn’t going to last much longer.
Aya definitely knew what she was doing, which in the scheme of things didn’t surprise him in the least. The only thing that did surprise him was her ability to turn men into women overnight and have no regrets about it. Aya seems to grow impatient with Fujigaya’s lack of concentration and pushes the vibrator into him faster, grinning when he does scream.
“Come for me,” she whispers, before fusing their lips together right before he comes with a loud moan. He’s still shaking and his vision is only just clearing when Aya leans over him with a grin. “I told you so.”
“I think i could stay a girl for just a bit longer, especially if the sex is always that great,” he gasps. “Do you want me to..”
Aya just pats his head and tells him it’s time to sleep, that he’ll feel different in the morning. He isn’t sure how to take her words, since she talks in riddles. He takes her word for it this time, suddenly feeling exhausted. He manages to grab his phone to see a message from Kitayama, it doesn’t say much, just that he went home with Karina.
Fujigaya just drops the phone to the floor and rolls over, Aya’s laying on her side next to him already asleep. It’s not long before he follows her, his last thought being how he’s kind of glad that she’s the one who did this to him.
--
“My dick’s back!” He declares loudly the next morning, rousing Aya from where she was curled up against his side.
“That’s nice, go back to fucking sleep,” she mutters.
Fujigaya just pulls her close to him, vowing that the next time they both wake up that he’ll show her how good he can make her feel. It was only fair to return the favor after all, like she said last night.
From: luna_truths
Title: Twist of the hips
Pairing: Oomasa Aya/Fujigaya Taisuke, Kitayama Hiromitsu/Karina
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Fujigaya has always treated women as objects, using them for nothing more than a quick fling. This time the tables have turned.
A/N: Thanks a lot to my beta and a huge thank you to my secret helper-san.
The bass is loud, a little too loud, and Fujigaya has struck out with three girls since the night began. He never strikes out, girls are usually all over him trying to be the one he spends the night with. Each girl he’s approached since then hasn’t even given him a chance to speak, scoffing in his face and saying she’s got somewhere else to be.
Fujigaya walks back to the bar, ordering another drink and downing it the moment it’s placed in front of him. Another girl, not too far away from where’s he’s sitting, catches his eye and he decides to try one last time. He approaches her slowly, eyes raking over her.
“Hey,” he says, voice quiet in an attempt to make himself seem more appealing. She doesn’t respond right away, just stares back at him with a curious expression. “Can I buy you a drink?” he asks, making sure to grin brightly. “Anything you want.” The girl points to the full glass before her, mouth twitching in a half smile before Fujigaya sighs. “Let’s dance okay? One dance?”
Fujigaya growls in frustration when the girl merely shakes her head and turns away from him. Before he knows what he’s doing, he’s reaching out and grabbing her by her wrist. “Excuse you,” she says, voice calm and dark at the same time. It makes Fujigaya shiver.
“Just come dance with me, it’s not like it’ll kill you,” Fujigaya says, pulling at her arm. “It’ll probably be one of the best dances of your entire life. Not everyone gets the chance to dance with me.”
“I don’t want to dance with you,” she says, pulling free of his grasp and glaring. “If I wanted to dance with you, I would have agreed the first time you asked me.”
“You’re kind of a bitch, aren’t you?” Fujigaya asks with a snort. “Must be why you came here alone and have been sitting at the bar most of the night.”
“You don’t understand women very well, do you?” she asks, carefully sliding out of her seat. Fujigaya watches her, not hiding the way he stares her up and down. “You just assume we all come here so that we may be approached by some drunk nitwit in hopes of being taken home by them.”
“What else would you come to a bar for? Especially if you’re not dancing?” Fujigaya asks, he thinks it’s a very valid question. “Everyone knows that if you come to a bar alone, that you’re hoping to be picked up.”
She snorts. “Disrespectful boy.”
“Who are you calling a boy?” he snaps. “I assure you, I am not a boy. I’m a full grown man, thank you very much.”
“I’ll make sure you understand women. I’ll make it to where you treat girls the way they’re meant to be treated,” she says, and something inside of Fujigaya changes. he can feel it, but he isn’t sure what it is or what she means. “The only way you’ll learn that, is if you go through everything we do.”
“What are you talking about? You’re so batty,” Fujigaya laughs, he needs to choose his prey more carefully from now on.
She just smiles, dark and threatening. “You’ll never be the same, Fujigaya Taisuke.”
“I never told you my name.” he says a moment later, but it’s too late and she just walks out of the bar. Leaving him standing there, confused and more than a little concerned. He ignores the feeling in his stomach, and goes back to the table with his friends and orders another drink. If he can’t get laid tonight, then he’ll just drink until everything blurs together.
--
Fujigaya groans, face pressed so deep into his pillow that he can taste the feathers it was made with. His head is throbbing and he only slightly regrets drinking as much as he did. He can’t even remember how he got home last night. Regretfully he drags himself out of his warm bed and stumbles towards the bathroom. He feels lighter on his feet, but just assumes that’s because he’s hungover.
It’s not until he’s pulling his pants down that he realizes he’s missing something very vital, quickly he moves his hands across his body before staring wide-eyed into the mirror.
“Wait. Where’s my dick?” he asks his reflection, praying this was some nightmare that he would wake up from any minute.
Fujigaya splashes cold water on his face, making sure he’s fully awake before he gets a good look at himself in the mirror. His hair is longer than usual, his face seems softer and more full. His hands are shaking when he reaches to the hem of his shirt, if his dick is missing and the other parts of his body have changed this much, then he’s afraid to see what else is different.
He wants to faint when he see’s the two soft lumps of flesh under his shirt. These were things that were completely different the night before, and the first thing he remembers are the words from the mysterious woman he’d tried to pick up at the bar.
“Oh my god. This can’t be real,” he says, right before he runs towards his phone and calls the first person in his contacts.
--
It takes Kitayama fifteen minutes before he stops laughing. He had been laughing so hard that he’d ended up in the fetal position on the floor, clutching his stomach and rolling. Fujigaya is so angry by that point that he’s seconds away from pouncing on him and beating him until he can no longer breathe, let alone laugh. .
“Are you done now?” Fujigaya asks, arms crossed across his chest.
“How did this happen? You have girl parts now,” Kitayama says, slowly wiping away the tears on his face. “You have real girl parts.”
“I’m glad that this amuses you,” he replies quietly, eyes narrowed.
“This is fucking gold, oh my god does anyone else know?” Kitayama asks between gasps of air. “Please tell me you told someone else.”
“No!” Fujigaya hisses. “Who else would I tell about this? Why would I want to tell anyone else?” Fujigaya huffs, ready to grab the nearest object and hurl it across the room at Kitayama’s head. “I didn’t even want to tell you, I just called the wrong person.”
“We should have sex!” Kitayama suggests suddenly as if he hadn’t heard a word the other said, leering at Fujigaya. “Because maybe that’s all you need to do to fix this, is to have sex with a real man.”
“Get out,” Fujigaya snaps, before stomping over towards the front door and yanking it open. “Forget this ever happened, maybe it’ll resolve itself.”
“Well how did this even happen?” Kitayama asks from his spot on the couch, he makes no move to get up and actually leave. Which just irritates Fujigaya. “Though you know, sex is probably the best option here.”
“If I knew how this happened, then I would know how to fix it,” Fujigaya hisses. “And as you can see, that hasn’t happened yet.”
“I still stand by the notion that we should have sex,” Kitayama suggests again, ducking when a shoe comes flying towards his head. “Well it works in drama’s!”
“This is not a goddamn drama!” Fujigaya screams, not even surprised by how high his voice is. “I just want my dick back.”
“I keep telling you how to fix this,” Kitayama says calmly.
“What the fuck is with you today? Why are you in such need for sex,” Fujigaya asks, not really caring about the answer as long as Kitayama will leave.
“It’s been awhile okay, plus I think it would be fun to take it out on you.” Kitayama nods, like he’s convinced having sex with Fujigaya while he’s a girl will solve everything. “I wonder if this means you’re a virgin though. I bet it does. You should let me see.”
“I hate you so much. I just want to be normal again,” Fujigaya whines sadly. “Get your hands away from me before I cut them off.” He slaps at Kitayama’s hands when they go to press at the soft curves of his sides.
“Well. I think I know someone who might be able to help you figure out what to do in the meantime,” Kitayama says, and without another word Fujigaya is being pulled from his own apartment.
“Even though I bet they’ll suggest sex too.”
--
Fujigaya stares, drop-jawed, at Karina standing across from him and Kitayama. He hasn’t seen her since they filmed a drama together, and now he finds himself wondering how long she and Kitayama have been in contact.
“Fujigaya-kun?” she asks, the surprise in her voice not surprising him in the least. “Is this some kind of cosplay? Wow it’s really a good one.”
“It’s not a cosplay, he’s actually turned into a girl,” Kitayama says with a grin, inviting himself into her apartment. Fujigaya follows after him slowly, still trying to wrap his mind around seeing Karina again.
“What are you doing here then?” Karina asks, carefully reaching out and running her fingers through Fujigaya’s hair. He shivers at the touch, his entire head tingling. “Oh. Your hair is so soft.”
“Do you have any idea how to reverse this? He says he was a man last night when he went to bed, but he woke up with a vagina this morning.”
Karina hums, index finger pressed against her chin. It’s eerily reminiscent to their scenes in Misaki No.1 “Well you’re a very pretty girl, we should go out to the club sometime.”
“That sounds nice and all, but in case you forgot. I’m a guy,” Fujigaya growls, hating his life more and more by the second. “I have no idea how to act like a girl, or how to dress like one, despite the line of business I’m in.”
Karina walks around him then, and Fujigaya’s entire body tingles with the way her eyes bore into him. He glances over at Kitayama for help, realizing slowly that the other man wasn’t going to help him at all. “It shouldn’t really be that hard for you. It’s basically how you act now, just more polite and less of a dick,” Karina pauses. “Literally.”
Fujigaya groans while Kitayama laughs hard enough to choke on air. Fujigaya reaches out and punches him in the arm, taking pride in the yelp of pain Kitayama lets out. “I can’t believe this is happening to me.”
“Let’s find you something nice to wear, Hiromitsu I hope you plan to wear something nicer than that,” Karina says turning her attention to where Kitayama was doubled over in a fit of laughter. “Go home and make yourself presentable before you come back here, go. Go on now.”
Fujigaya snorts at how obedient Kitayama is, quickly rushing to scurry out of Karina’s apartment. He jumps when she turns back on him, a wide grin on her face. “Um,” he starts.
“I have the perfect outfit in mind for tonight, come with me,” she says, before pulling Fujigaya down the narrow hallway.
--
Fujigaya growls as yet another man offers to buy him a drink in exchange for a dance, he’s lost count of how many times he’s had to tell someone no after they’ve approached him. He may look like a girl, have all the features of a girl, but he doesn’t appreciate being treated like one. Even if being noticed by a bunch of other men boosts his ego exponentially.
He’d lost sight of Karina almost as soon as they walked through the doors, and he hasn’t seen Kitayama since he left Karina’s apartment earlier that day.
“What’re you drinking? Can I get you another one?”
Fujigaya sighs loudly, turning around to face another person and deny them the pleasure of his company. Only he’s extremely surprised to find a girl standing behind him instead. They stare at each other for a few long moments, before she finally speaks.
“It’s not so fun being a girl is it?” Fujigaya jumps at the closeness of her voice, immediately recognizing it from the night he’d met her. He whirls around and glares at her.
“You,” he hisses, feeling nothing except anger towards her.
She grins at him, wiggling long skinny fingers at him. “Hello.”
“You did this to me, now change me back,” Fujigaya demands, hand on his hip before he can stop himself. “I’m sick of being a girl and having all these emotions. Get rid of them.”
Now she just laughs at him. “I told you that your life would change didn’t I? How’s it feel? Knowing this is what women go through every day?”
“I--”
“It’s not fun is it? To be hit on, have drinks poured down your throat,” she goes on, eyes softening a bit. “To not be listened to when you say you don’t want to do something, or to have people assume things just because of where you happen to be.”
Now Fujigaya understands what she meant, the way she felt the moment he approached her the other night. His heart suddenly aches at the realization of how badly he had treated her. “Look. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you feel that way.”
“My names Aya,” she says, and then she’s holding out a hand for him. “You have to experience one more thing before I fix anything. So come with me and I’ll show you the true meaning of being a girl.”
Fujigaya doesn’t really think he can trust her, not after what she’s already done to him. Though the way his entire body is tingling and standing on edge just from being near her has him re-considering. He carefully takes her hand in his and allows her to pull him away from the bar.
--
The mattress is soft against his back, while Aya is warm against him. Dark hair cascading down and covering her face as she hovers above him. His hands are on her waist, they’re still wearing their clothes but Aya’s hands are everywhere at once. Touching, pulling, scratching at him. Making him gasp, while keeping him wanting more than she’s giving.
“This is what I’m supposed to experience as a girl?” he asks, completely breathless and red in the face.
“Trust me it’s better this way, I know exactly where and how to touch you,” she murmurs, lips pressing against his throat as her hands slide down his side. “I’ll make you feel so good that you’ll forget your own name.”
Fujigaya laughs, slipping his hand under her skirt to rest against her thigh. She jumps at the contact, but makes no movement. She allows him to tease her through her panties, which are already wet before he’s even slipped a finger beneath the band to touch her directly. She moans, spurring Fujigaya into action, he presses one finger into her and crooks it.
Aya lets Fujigaya stay in control for a few minutes, rocking down against his fingers and gasping into his neck. Fujigaya whines when she slaps his hand and moves just out of his reach, she just smiles at him.
“I want you to lay still, and just let me take care of you this time,” she whispers, already sliding down his body to where his legs are spread. “Just remember to return the favor once you can breathe again.” she grins and quickly grips the panties he’s wearing and pulls them down, dropping them onto the floor.
“I have no problem brea-- oh god,” Fujigaya moans the moment her tongue moves against him, he fists the sheets and nearly jumps off the bed when a finger slips into him.
Fujigaya’s entire body is tingling, he arches right off the bed when Aya slips a second finger in, moving them in time with her tongue. He has to fight from thrashing, instead opting to fist the sheets harder and moan her name repeatedly. The louder he moans, the faster she goes and at this point all Fujigaya wants to do is come.
“Aya,” he moans, voice high and needy.
She continues to tease him, pulling back away from him and allowing her fingers to slip free. Fujigaya whines again, which only seems to please Aya because then she’s reaching for the drawer on the nightstand. He isn’t entirely surprised when she pulls out a dark purple vibrator, though he is confused about what she’s going to use it for. Unless she was going to use it on herself and let him watch, which was completely okay by him. He may have all the necessary female anatomy, but he was still a guy at heart.
“Are you ready?” she murmurs, crouching back down between his legs, the vibrator dangling from her hands. “This will be fun for both of us.” she says before pressing it inside of him.
Fujigaya isn’t proud of the way he practically screams, the intrusion unfamiliar to him, but not unpleasant. He really starts thrashing and rocking his hips down against it when she turns it on. It immediately sending intense waves of pleasure through him, she makes him feel even better when she puts her mouth back on him. Tongue flicking against the little bundle of nerves, he knows he isn’t going to last much longer.
Aya definitely knew what she was doing, which in the scheme of things didn’t surprise him in the least. The only thing that did surprise him was her ability to turn men into women overnight and have no regrets about it. Aya seems to grow impatient with Fujigaya’s lack of concentration and pushes the vibrator into him faster, grinning when he does scream.
“Come for me,” she whispers, before fusing their lips together right before he comes with a loud moan. He’s still shaking and his vision is only just clearing when Aya leans over him with a grin. “I told you so.”
“I think i could stay a girl for just a bit longer, especially if the sex is always that great,” he gasps. “Do you want me to..”
Aya just pats his head and tells him it’s time to sleep, that he’ll feel different in the morning. He isn’t sure how to take her words, since she talks in riddles. He takes her word for it this time, suddenly feeling exhausted. He manages to grab his phone to see a message from Kitayama, it doesn’t say much, just that he went home with Karina.
Fujigaya just drops the phone to the floor and rolls over, Aya’s laying on her side next to him already asleep. It’s not long before he follows her, his last thought being how he’s kind of glad that she’s the one who did this to him.
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“My dick’s back!” He declares loudly the next morning, rousing Aya from where she was curled up against his side.
“That’s nice, go back to fucking sleep,” she mutters.
Fujigaya just pulls her close to him, vowing that the next time they both wake up that he’ll show her how good he can make her feel. It was only fair to return the favor after all, like she said last night.