For me, a major draw to your work is that there is always a degree of self-awareness of how fucked up the situations are, which serves the dual purpose of assuaging guilt of having the sort of fantasies described, and of distilling what makes them appealing.
Graphic rape scenes are usually a turn off for me, but I'm quite enamoured with Sayla as perhaps the quintessential predatory trans girl. The scourge of women's locker rooms and bros clubbing for an easy lay, whose STDs are less virulent than the psychic contagions her body carries, problematizing the sex and gender of her victims. I'm hoping for a sequel in which she is recruited by queer militants to use her seductive powers for good. Or she could redeem herself through a bashing back scene with Oaklee's dad.
You also perfectly capture the powerlessness, confusion, and ineptitude of adolescence, the omission of which too often kills my suspension of disbelief when reading high school romances. Mac && Oaklee's conversations are incredibly frustrating to read, as they should be.