~~ Mahito x Reader 18+~~
Just Keep Quiet
You're enjoying yourself on Halloween at a nice bar when you're suddenly approached by an odd man who no one else can see. As long as you keep quiet, you can enjoy a nice, kinky night with this… ghost?
Chubby Fem! Reader/Mahito | 2.5k words
Includes:
Public Sex
Vaginal Sex
Just a bit of Mahito's Technique in use
This fic was made for @nanamiscocksleeve 's Monster Mash event! He's a bit OOC here to be more mischievous than creepy. Don't worry though, my other Mahito stories will be sufficiently in character hahah.
The bar was alive with Halloween energy—dim lights, fake cobwebs hanging from the ceiling, and costumed patrons laughing over spooky-themed cocktails. You're settled in a seat far from the center of the bar, back where the music is quieter, in a simple witch outfit that didn't take too much time or effort. The cozy atmosphere of a fall festive bar surrounded you. You smiled, feeling right at home in the cozy chaos. It’s the perfect night for a little solo time with yourself, but as you sipped your drink, that feeling of being watched creeps up your spine.
You glance around, and that’s when you see him. Among the various costumes and painted faces, a guy leaning against the bar completely at ease, as if he owns the place, caught your attention. He looked like he belonged here. His patchwork body paint fitting in seamlessly with the ghoulish crowd. But something about him stood out. His lazy grin was too sharp, his mismatched eyes locked directly on you, unwavering and intense.
And yet, no one else seemed to notice him. Not the waitstaff, not the patrons... just you. Must be caught up in their Halloween fun.
He’s attractive in an odd, dangerous way. The kind of guy you’d try not to be seen staring at—but you can’t help yourself. He looked like trouble, but the fun kind, especially on a night like this. A nervous flutter stirred in your chest. You took another sip of your drink, keeping him in your peripheral vision, wondering why he’s looking at you so intently. Your mind played through a dozen possibilities, but none of them prepare you for what happened next.
Before you could process it, he’s walking over, cutting through the crowd with an easy confidence.
"Mind if I join you?" His voice was smooth, laced with amusement, and without waiting for your answer, he pulled out the chair and sat down. His eyes roamed over your body—lingering in a way that made your breath hitch.
You raised an eyebrow, a little flustered but trying to play it cool. “Uh, sure, I suppose,” you said with a slight grin. “Nice costume.”
Mahito chuckled, his eyes sparkling with amusement. “You like it? Fits the occasion, don’t you think?”
You nodded,his lingering gaze made your skin tingle. There’s something about the way he looked at you that makes you feel warm, especially the way his eyes seem to appreciate every part of you. Something... alluring. It felt like he’s savoring every inch of you, especially the extra curves in your full figure. You’re used to the occasional look, but this—this is different.
“You’re quite a sight yourself,” he said, his voice dropping an octave as his gaze settled on your soft thighs, the way your dress hugged your curves. He spoke with a hint of something that makes your breath catch. His fingers trailed the edge of your arm, light and teasing, sending shivers down your spine.
A blush crept up your cheeks. “Thanks, I guess.” You laughed softly, trying to ignore the way your body reacted to his touch. Normally, you’d be wary, but there’s something about the way he touches you that makes your pulse race for all the right reasons.
His hand moved, slow but deliberate, tracing the edge of your arm. The touch sent a ripple of warmth through your body, and instead of shying away, you found yourself leaning into it.
He smirked, eyes flicking to your full thighs as they press together under the table. His gaze is appreciative, far from judging—it feels like he’s savoring. "Such a pretty thing," he murmured, his fingers brushing your shoulder, and for some reason, the way he says it makes you feel something. Like he’s appreciating every curve, every bit of softness. “You should wear this more often.”
Your heart skipped a beat. His words, paired with his bold attention, make you feel... seen, and not just in a superficial way. There’s something intoxicating about how he looks at you, like he’s genuinely enjoying every inch of your body.
But as your pulse quickens under his attention, you realize no one else was reacting. Not one head turns. Not one eye glances your way. No one’s reacting to him being so close, so bold with his touches. It's almost as if—
A nervous laugh bubbled up from your throat. “I normally see some weird looks when people get too touchy in public.”
Mahito tilted his head, his grin widening. He leaned in, close enough that you feel the warmth of his breath on your skin. “You’re the only one who can see me, darling.”
"Ahaha, it seems like it," you laughed, thinking nothing of that revelation. Mahito looked up at a server as they pass by. He took a drink off of their tray and dropped it, watching as they whipped around looking utterly confused. You just stared with your eyes wide as the server, looking directly at Mahito, chalked it up to an accident and walked off to their table, extremely apologetic.
"You're kidding me. Are you... Are you a ghost??"
He chuckled softly, his hand sliding down your arm to rest on your thigh. The touch was firm, grounding, sending heat through your body. “Something like that.”
Your heart raced, but not in the way it should. He’s not cold like you’d expect from a ghost. No, the way he touched you felt very real, very solid and warm, and suddenly, your body responds in a way that surprises even you.
A ghost? That's one thing. But a flirty ghost? Even better.
And now that you know no one else can see him, something in you loosened. The tension you felt earlier melted away, replaced by a growing curiosity. You shifted slightly, your thighs pressing together, and his eyes track every movement.
A shiver ran down your spine. You took a moment to process what he’s just said.
“Ooh,” you hummed softly, a coy smile tugging at your lips. “So, you’re telling me no one else in this room knows you’re touching me right now?”
His smirk deepened, and he leaned closer, his breath warm against your ear. “That’s exactly what I’m telling you.” His thumb brushed against the soft skin of your thigh, squeezing lightly. “It’s just you and me. I can do whatever I want, and no one would even notice.”
You bit your lip, a small heat pooling in your stomach. This is... different. It’s thrilling, in a way. Knowing he’s there, touching you, and no one else has a clue? It sends a rush of excitement through you. “I guess that means you can do whatever you want, huh?”
Mahito’s fingers trailed up and down your thigh, resting there for just a moment before he picked at the hem of your skirt. “Whatever I want,” he purred. His thumb brushed the inside of your leg, making your breath hitch. “And no one will ever know...” His grin widened, eyes darkening with something more primal. His hand squeezing your thigh a little tighter. “And now that you know... I can be a little bolder.”
Your breath caught as his fingers traced slow circles on your thigh, moving higher with each pass. Your body reacted instinctively, leaning into his touch, your chest rising and falling with shallow breaths. The way his hand caressed your softness, the way he’s treating your curves like something to be worshiped, it sent a thrill through you. It made you feel wanted in a way that sent your mind spinning. His hand moved higher, fingers grazing the soft inner flesh of your thigh where your plush thighs met, and you let out a soft gasp, your body responding to the warmth and pressure of his touch. Inching ever closer.
Your heart raced, the heat between your legs growing as his hand slips higher, fingers grazing under the edge of your dress.
“You like that, don’t you?” His voice is low, teasing, as his hand reached up under your skirt, the touch no longer hesitant. His eyes drinking in the way your body moves under his touch. “I knew you would.”
“Ooh,” you murmured, voice a little breathy. You swallowed hard, trying to keep your composure, but the way he’s touching you, the way he’s looking at you, it’s making it hard to think straight. “Maybe... a little,” you admited, a playful grin tugging at your lips. “You’re really not holding back, are you?”
“Why should I?” he purred, his lips brushing against your ear, sending a shiver through your body. “I’m already invisible to everyone else. I might as well enjoy myself... and so should you.”
Mahito’s grin turned wicked, his hand slipping even higher, fingers brushing dangerously close to your sensitivity, making your heart race. “Just a little, huh? I think I can do better than that.” His eyes darken with hunger, but there’s a tenderness there, a strange mix of teasing and adoration as his gaze drinks you in. He lifted your skirt revealing your themed panties hidden under a thin layer of pantyhose. He split your legs beneath the table and quickly tore a hole in the crotch of the fabric.
Your mind was spinning, but in the best way. His attention feels intoxicating, like a game you didn’t even know you wanted to play, and now that you’re playing, you can’t get enough.
His eyes trailed over your body again, and the way he looks at you—it’s like he can’t get enough. His opposite hand explores the soft curve of your stomach, squeezing appreciatively. “You’ve got a body worth loving,” he said, his voice dropping lower. “Every curve, every soft inch of you... it’s perfect.”
Your cheeks flushed at his words, a mix of pride and desire swirling in your chest. Hearing him speak about your body like that made you feel so sexy. And the way he’s touching you... it’s sending every nerve in your body into overdrive.
“You’re bold, aren’t you?” you teased, but the playful edge in your voice betrayed just how much you’re enjoying this.
He leaned in, lips grazing the shell of your ear as he whispered, “I wonder just how much more I could make you enjoy this.” His voice sent a pleasant chill down your spine.
Your breath hitched, your thighs pressing together under the table as his hand lingers between your thighs. “Go ahead then,” you murmured, your voice a little breathless but filled with curiosity. “Show me.”
Mahito chuckled, the sound low and sultry. “Oh, I intend to.”
And with that, his fingers slid higher, his touch growing bolder as he explores every inch of your softness. The way his hand moved over your curves, the way his voice hummed with approval at every squeeze, every caress—it’s enough to make you melt into the seat. You shivered in anticipation, heat coiling low in your stomach. You’re not sure how this night turned into something out of your wildest fantasies, but you’re far from complaining. His touch is addicting, and now that you know no one else can see him, it feels like you’re sharing a secret—a thrilling, dangerous secret.
No one else can see. No one else knows. But you? You’re loving every second of it.
You tucked yourself into the corner of your table to minimize being noticed, though that might be hard. As much as you stifled your sounds, Mahito's incessant prodding made it hard to keep quiet. While you bit your lip and flattened your hands at your sides, Mahito's fingers began to pull your panties aside and slide up along your moistening slit. You knew that making too much noise would draw attention and getting kicked out was not what you wanted. His fingers pressed into you, stirring up your wetness. You whimpered, laying your head back against the booth seat.
Mahito's lips played on your neck, his body hunched over yours other hand trailing along your soft sides with gentle squeezing.
"You really like doing that, huh?" You said softly, scanning the bar for any suspicion.
He continued his pecking along your shoulders and jaw, pausing only for a moment to respond. "Why wouldn't I? You feel so wonderful already, I can only imagine how it feels inside you," he purred.
"Isn't that a little risky? I already c-" you stiffened as his fingers pressed into your sweet spot, your jaw tightening before you can finish your sentence. "C-can barely keep quiet."
"Then why don't we stick to fingers?" Mahito offered. Though, as he said it, you felt something shifting and thickening inside you. It felt as if he had produced a dildo of some kind, using that on you after sneakily replacing his fingers, but when you glanced down, it was his hand. It had transformed the three digits that was teasing you into a twisting piece that he used on you relentlessly, thrusting up into your depths and stretching your walls. Ghosts can do that?
You covered your mouth, the thickness pushing in and out of you while his lips danced on you. Your hands dug into the seat, eyes shutting tight as you fought the moans in your throat. His thrusting piece moved at a stuttered, deep pace that rattled the warmth in your stomach. Heating up more and more, steadily higher. You couldn't stop the way your breath began to come in heavy pants.
"You feel so good. I wish I could just fuck you right," Mahito groaned softly against your ear, his hand over your stomach pushed up to your breasts and started to squeeze and fondle them.
You fought against the growing sounds, "if we get out of here, you could."
Mahito shook his head, nipping at you and pulling you closer to him, his piece hastening it's pace. The way he ran it into you was making that pool of heat start to boil over. "I want to watch you cum here first. Maybe I can break you," he laughed, his hold tight, trapping you against him and the back of the booth.
That wouldn't take too long. All the attention, the whispers, the struggle to keep it under wraps, it was too much for you. You clung to him, sure it looked so odd to whoever might be glancing over, burying your face into his shoulder and shuddering as you clenched on his hand. It was a strong wave of pleasure that crashed into you, threatening to escape your throat as you bit onto his shoulder to keep yourself quiet.
Mahito gave a low groan at your teeth in his flesh, his hand stuttering inside you and his head lowering onto your own shoulder.
Shuddering, stuttering, you both sat in a stiff and forced silence for a moment before he finally pulled his hand away and returned the shape to normal. Your faces were both flushed, a heavy panting shared.
"We need to get out of here," you decided, pulling your dress into place and sliding out of the opposite end of the booth. Mahito followed close after you, agreeing completely.
