He'd been thinking about it all day.
Obviously, waking up in a body that wasn't his and having to go about his—or rather, her—day was challenging and had left him with a swamp of thoughts. But only one had stayed tucked away in a corner all day. He hadn't allowed himself to ponder it—there'd been other more pressing matters at hand like finding her uniform and her school and, holy hell, using the bathroom—but now, he'd managed to find his way back home. To her home.
The little girl from that morning, presumably her younger sister, didn't seem to be there, nor did the grandmother. He searched the main room for a few minutes, hoping to find a calendar or schedule somewhere so he could try and gauge what time they'd be back, but he came up short.
There were still a few hours until dinner, so that was something. And if the little girl wasn't yet home, than that meant her school probably went on a different schedule, so maybe he shouldn't be expecting her home for an hour or so. But even that was a shot in the dark.
He glanced around nervously, still unnerved when he felt her hair following whenever he turned his head. A blush rose with the knowledge of what he was going to do. It felt like an invasion, but honestly, he'd been thinking about it all day. If he were in his normal body right now, he'd be hard as a rock, trying to will it away with thoughts of work or his buddies or, when he was desperate, university entrance exams. Those were enough to make him go as flaccid as a rubber band.
Nervous, almost guilty about what he was going to do, Taki slipped into Mitsuha's room. He looked for a way to lock the sliding door—no need for a repeat performance of that morning—but he couldn't find one. He sighed anxiously, his voice so much higher and breathier than he was accustomed to.
He walked over to her mirror, still unsettled by the reflection. But really—if he moved past the part where he was inside of this body—he observed that she was quite cute. Pretty standard for a school girl, but with perfect skin and large eyes, he figured that he'd probably check her out if he saw her passing by. Plus, even though he wasn't an expert or anything, her tits seemed amazing. They were definitely larger than average for how thin she was, and they'd felt incredible in his hands that morning.
Slowly, hesitantly, he raised his hands back up to her breasts, pressing into them through her white blouse and the bra he'd managed to find. Which had been practically impossible to put on, by the way.
It was nice, and he wasn't about to complain, but feeling a girl through her bra was not nearly as good as going without one.
He felt flush, both with embarrassment, but also arousal. This must have been what it felt like for a girl. No stiffening, but just warmth around your cheeks and in your stomach, but mostly…lower. He could feel a hint of activity down there, and he was beyond curious as to what it was.
But he wasn't ready for that yet. Looking at himself—or rather, her—the whole time in the mirror, he began with her necktie. He delicately pulled at either end and the silky fabric just slipped away, revealing the shirts top buttons. He hung up the ribbon and began there, undoing the buttons, struggling, as they were on the opposite side from what he was used to.
He was topless. Well, still in the bra, but it was still a treat to look at. The bra must have fit just right, because it was lifting her breasts up and pressing them together; it was impossible to keep his eyes off of them. He watched them sway and jiggle, spilling out a little as he leaned to undo the skirt.
It fell to the ground, and he hung it up with the shirt. If he was going to violate this girl's body, at least he could treat her room and belongings with respect.
Another sigh. That didn't really make him feel better about doing this.
But another glance at that chest, giving it a little bounce as he did so, made it impossible to resist.
Wanting to save the best for last, Taki reached down and pulled the socks off, dropping them in the laundry basket, after searching for it for a minute.
Then he smiled, feeling almost a little victorious. He reached behind for where he knew the clasp of the bra to be and pulled on it. And pulled on it. And it didn't go. Clenching his jaw in frustration, he gave it another tug, but only felt the elastic reaching its threshold.
A lightbulb lit.
He quickly slipped his arms out from under the straps—marveling at how tiny her shoulders were—and then turned the bra around so that the clap was in front.
At that point, it took a couple of moments to focus again. The band that was now in the front was pressing up the bottom of her breasts so that they swelled over, looking so full and ripe.
Okay, he couldn't wait.
Finally, he made quick work of the bra, tossing it in the laundry hamper as well, and he was left only in panties. Which, at this point, felt very damp.
It was a foreign sensation, but it excited him to know that her body was reacting to the absolute lust that he was feeling.
He slipped them off and then stood there, looking at her.
This was only a little different from the look that he'd gotten that morning. He'd still been wearing panties of course, but now he wasn't panicking. Whatever he was doing in this body, why ever he'd been sent here, it could wait. All he knew was that he was stuck here for now and dammit, he was going to make the best of it.
He held her now bare breasts for the first time, kneading them both. It was still simply a lot of fun to do so, but the more pressure he applied, the better it felt. It hurt a little, which struck him as odd. But it wasn't bad. Between his fingers, he felt the nipples begin to harden, rolling along with his ministrations.
Better figure out what that was about.
He kept the flesh of her breasts cupped in his hand, but he used his forefingers and thumbs to pinch her dusky nipples. They were pale, but the tips were a darker pink color, as though they were a bull's eye just begging for his full attention.
It hurt a little too, a little more when he moved them in some ways, but a little more pleasurable in others. When he pressed down, though, he began to feel something else. Something a little more exciting.
He'd never played with his own nipples before, but he made a note to self to explore that as soon as he returned to his body. If he returned to his body.
Nevertheless, playtime was over.
Taki kept his left hand playing with that breast, but he let his right hand begin to roam down. He caressed her stomach, feeling how smooth and soft the skin was, even though she definitely felt like she was fit. He went over to her hipbone, feeling how it jutted out, especially laying flat on his back like this. It was a testament to how thin she was, even though it was obvious that she wasn't unhealthy.
Her boobs were a testament to that.
Then his fingers brushed the top of her bush. He didn't know for sure, but it seemed completely unshaven. Not that he minded. He brushed through it a little, scratching his hands through the tuft on top of her public bone, feeling the skin grow warmer as he moved over to the crease of her thighs.
He felt around the outer lips a little noting how even just little tugs on the skin seemed to incite feelings in what lay below. Without even pressing in, he felt a bit of wetness seeping out.
And when he pressed in, he found that she was soaked.
He moaned in appreciation as he circled around where the wetness seemed to form. It must have happened while he was thinking about this all day, especially more so in the past few minutes.
It was so hot down there, he was surprised that steam wasn't radiating off of her.
He was moving his hand sloppily around, not having any familiarity with the anatomy. By this point, his legs were splayed open as far as they would go—he was pleasantly surprised by the far superior amount of flexibility she had to him—and he'd pressed her lips open.
And then he touched something different.
He'd moved his hand up a little and felt his stomach contract a little when his finger brushed against a little nub. He sat up a little to get a better look at it, having to curl his spine as far as it would go in order to get a good look.
All it was was a strange, wrinkly bit of skin. By this point, he'd moved his other hand off of that breast—it'd been getting awfully tender anyway—and used it to pull the skin back.
And there was a little nub. It was perky, standing straight up towards him. When Taki dared take a finger to it, he was shocked by how sensitive it was.
That felt good.
He moaned at the realization, finding himself getting turned on by the sound of a moan that wasn't his own. So then, he began to get a little more vocal. Not because he couldn't hold back, but because it was fucking sexy. Her voice sounded like it belonged in porn. But he was in control of it.
So he moaned a bit, beginning to get into a bit of a rhythm as he moved his index and middle fingers around that little nub. And now that both hands were in the mix, he began exploring with his left. He went back down to where the wetness was, surprised to find even more there then there'd been before, and he was starting to get it all over his thighs as well. A thought briefly flicked about having to clean that up, but it was replaced by the thought of how hot it was that this girl's body was so fucking turned on.
He began pressing around a little more, finding where her body seemed to dip in. He paused his frantic circling for a moment, and pressed one finger in, letting it go up to his knuckle, and then all the way. He was floored at how hot and wet it was and how it seemed to pulse and twitch. And it was tight, even around this girl's lithe little finger.
Ugh, he could only imagine how it would feel to have his cock in there.
But the best he could do for now was add another finger.
He was surprised to find that it didn't feel as good in there as the circling around that nub did, but it didn't feel bad. A little uncomfortable, but also inconceivably hot. He began to move his fingers around.
And then it got better.
He shifted all around, trying to find the angle that his fingers felt the best at while he went back to working that little nub.
He felt so full down there. Not just with the fingers that he was frantically stuffing in and out of himself, but just with the absolute horniness that had been consuming him all day. It all culminated down in this girl's cunt and he just couldn't believe how good it felt.
He'd always thought that having a penis was the best for sexual pleasure. They were big and the tip was so sensitive and he'd be lying if he said that he hadn't had some excellent sessions of jacking off.
But this was incredible. Just that little nub was bringing him so much pleasure that he couldn't help but cry out a little bit.
Finally, when he thought that it couldn't get any better, he felt whatever he'd been feeling give way and all at once, her cunt clenched down on him, pulsing as he kept on rubbing at the top and thrusting his fingers in and out.
Eventually, the sensation began to fade. His face, which had grown so hot and assuredly flushed, began to cool. He pulled his fingers out of himself and brought them up to his mouth, giving them a cursory lick. Not bad.
"I'm home!"
Taki froze, taking in all that had just happened. He looked down at his hands, which were both soaked and pruny, not to mention the present smell of sex.
He'd embarrassed this girl enough that morning; no need to make her hate him when she didn't even know him.
He frantically looked around for some tissues to wipe his hands off with, finding them and placing them under some papers in the trash bin. He was going to reach down and start cleaning between his legs when he caught sight of a robe hanging from her closet.
A wicked smile appeared on his face.
"I'm going to take a shower!"
A/N: My first foray into smut (I have a different account for non-smut). I decided to write the kind of smut I want to see on this site, so here I am. It's taken the better part of a year for me to actually post this, but here we finally are! I'm going to shortly post a companion oneshot sequel to this of Mitsuha...doing the same thing. Stay tuned.