Day 29: Body swap – Idia | Twst | Female Ver.
Warning: Female reader, body swapping, penetration, creampie, oral (Idia in readers body receiving), maybe a bit confusing because of the whole body swap thing, english isn't my first language
A/n: To celebrate the twst anime being released I wrote this and I just wanna say Idia in the op looks so good
“This is so fucking weird” Idia’s voice, well technically your voice, whined from across the room. He was poking your breast (or maybe now you should call it his breast) with a look of horrified fascination. “I keep forgetting they’re there and then I brush against something and bam, it’s like a weird, jiggly surprise.”
You flexed your well, his fingers, still not used to the long, slender digits. The low, almost rumble of his voice felt strange. “You get used to it. Mostly.”
“Easy for you to say! You’re not dealing with the phantom dick syndrome. I keep reaching for it and it’s just… gone. Replaced by… this…” He gestured vaguely at the space between his legs, a blush creeping across his face.
A slow, wicked grin spread across your face, an idea hit you.
“Hey” you said, your new voice dropping to a low, suggestive rumble. “You know what we should do?”
Idia eyed you suspiciously. “If you suggest we try on each other’s clothes, I’m out.”
“No. Something better.” You leaned forward, the motion feeling alien in his taller, lankier body. “We should fuck.”
The silence in the room was absolute. Idia (in your body) just stared, mouth hanging slightly open. “Are you insane? That’s… that’s the most degenerate thing I’ve ever heard. And I’ve heard things. I’ve seen things on the net that—”
“Think about it” you pressed, cutting off his rant. “I’ve always wondered what it’s like. To be the one… you know. Doing the fucking. And you…” You let the implication hang in the air. “You get to feel what it’s like for me. Every single thing.”
“I have to watch my own face!” he squeaked, his hands flying up to his (your) cheeks. “My own stupid, blushing face while I’m… nope. Absolutely not. That’s a hard no. Wouldn't you find it weird seeing your face while—”
“I know exactly how to make this body feel good” you interrupted, your voice a low purr. “I know every spot. Every little thing that drives me crazy. I could show you. I could make you feel things you’ve never even thought about in your deepest, darkest fantasies.”
You saw the resistance in his eyes (your eyes) begin to waver. Curiosity, was battling with his anxiety. But the perverse and experimental nature of your suggestion was enough for him.
“It would be… a interesting research” he murmured, almost to himself.
“It would be fucking hot is what it would be” you corrected, standing up from the chair. You walked over to the bed, every step in his body feeling like a revelation of power. You looked down at him (at you) sitting there looking small and flustered. “Lie back.”
He did, because he was curious, because you were using his own body to command him, and the cognitive dissonance was short-circuiting his usual defenses. You crawled onto the bed, looming over the form that was yours. It was the strangest, most arousing thing you’d ever experienced.
“This is so meta…” he breathed out, staring up at his own face.
“Shut up and feel” you commanded.
Okay, you thought, a predatory instinct taking over. Time to show him what this body can really do. You weren't just going to fuck him. You were going to deconstruct him.
You started by bringing your mouth, down onto his neck, but you didn’t just lick and nip. You traced the line of his, jugular with the very tip of your tongue, a feather-light touch that had him squirming instantly. "Fuck…" he moaned. "You didn’t say it would feel like that."
"That’s just the start" you murmured against his skin, your breath hot. Your long fingers, ones you were still getting used to, didn't go straight for his cunt. They started at his ankle, sliding up the smooth skin of his calf with a torturously slow pace. You squeezed the muscle there, then higher, your thumb pressing into the sensitive spot behind his knee.
He jerked, a sharp gasp escaping his lips. "W-why there?"
"Because every part of this body is an erogenous zone when you know how to touch it" you purred, your voice rumbling in this chest. Your hands continued their ascent, pushing the skirt up around his waist. You palmed his inner thigh, feeling the muscle tremble under your touch. "You're shaking for me already. And I haven't even touched your pussy yet."
"Just… just do it" he begged, his hips giving a tiny, involuntary jerk.
"Not yet." You were in control. You leaned down, your face hovering inches from his. "I want to hear you beg for it properly. I want to hear my pretty voice say exactly what it wants."
You dipped your head and your mouth found one of his nipples through the fabric of his top. You sucked, hard, the material growing wet and rough against your tongue. At the same time, your hand finally, finally cupped him over his panties. The fabric was already soaked through, a dark patch of arousal. You pressed the heel of your palm firmly against his clit and made a slow, circular grind.
Idia’s back arched off the bed with a choked cry. "Fucking hell! Right there!"
"Mmmhmm" you hummed against his breast, the vibration making him shudder. You hooked your fingers into the waistband of his panties. "Lift your hips for me. I want to see everything from this angle."
He complied immediately, and you slid the wet piece of fabric down his legs and tossed it aside. You knelt back on your heels, drinking in the sight of your own flushed, dripping cunt, completely exposed and begging for attention.
"Look at that" you groaned, your own cock throbbing painfully hard in your trousers. "Look how fucking wet you are for me. That's all for me, isn't it? Are you really getting this turned on watching yourself?"
"Y-yes" he whined, his hands fisting the sheets.
You spat directly onto his clit. The glob of saliva landed with a wet splat, and he cried out at the sudden sensation. You used two fingers to smear it around, mixing your spit with his slick, painting his swollen clit with it. "Gonna make you feel so good, you're gonna forget your own name. You're just gonna be a messy, screaming, coming mess for me."
You lowered your head between his legs. You didn't dive in. You blew a soft, cool stream of air across his slick folds.
He whimpered, a high-pitched, desperate sound. "Please…"
"Please what?" you teased, looking up his body to meet his desperate gaze. "Use your words. Tell me what you want my mouth to do to your cunt."
"Lick it!" he begged, his voice breaking. "Suck my clit, please, I need it, fuck, I need it so bad—"
You didn't need to be told twice.
Your tongue licked a long, flat stripe from his entrance all the way up to his throbbing clit. The taste was familiar, you, but so much more intense from this angle. You focused on his entrance, fucking into him with your tongue, the tip spearing into his tight heat. The sound was obscene, a wet, sloppy slurp with every thrust.
"Gods, yes!" he screamed, his thighs clamping around your head. You pushed them apart easily, pinning them to the bed with your strength.
"You don't get to hide from me" you growled against his flesh. Then you sealed your mouth over his clit and sucked, hard.
His entire body went rigid. A guttural, broken sound was torn from his throat, a raw “Guhhhnnn!” that was pure, unadulterated pleasure. You sucked on his clit like you were starving for it, flicking the tip of your tongue over the hypersensitive nub in rapid, precise circles. You could feel it swelling in your mouth, could feel the telltale tension coiling in his belly. He was already right on the fucking edge.
You pulled off with a filthy, wet pop. "Not yet. You don't get to come yet."
"No, no, no, please, I was so close!" he sobbed, his hips chasing your mouth.
"You'll come when I'm fucking inside you" you stated, your voice dark. You fumbled with the button on your trousers, your own arousal making you clumsy. You finally freed your cock. It was hard and thick and felt incredibly powerful in your hand. You positioned yourself, the head pressing against his drenched opening. A thick strand of your pre-cum mixed with his slickness.
"Look at me" you demanded.
Idia’s eyes fluttered open. They were wide, dark with a pleasure so intense it looked like panic. You pushed forward.
The sensation was like nothing you ever experienced.
A guttural, punched-out groan tore from your throat as you sank into the incredible, silken tightness of your own body. The heat was overwhelming, a perfect, wet clench around your cock. Your cock. You were fucking yourself with Idia’s body.
“Oh my god… oh my god…” Idia was chanting beneath you, his head thrashing on the pillow. “It’s so deep… I can feel every inch… it’s too much…”
You began to move, setting a slow, clumsy rhythm. You watched, mesmerized, as your own face contorted in ecstasy beneath you. Your own lips were parted, gasping, eyes squeezed shut. It was the most depraved, beautiful thing you’d ever seen.
“You feel that?” you grunted, driving into him deeper. “That’s what you feel like in me. Fuck, it’s good.”
You pistoned your hips, fucking into the welcoming heat with a growing frenzy. You knew this body, you knew its rhythms, its breaking point. You angled yourself to hit that spot deep inside, the one that made you see stars.
Idia screamed. A raw, unrestrained sound of pure sensory overload. His back arched off the bed, his hands scrambling for purchase on the sheets.
You closed your eyes, focusing entirely on the overwhelming sensation coursing through your body. The feeling was intoxicating, a mix of pleasure and intensity that left you breathless.
Idia's eyes widened as he suddenly felt something hot drip onto him. "What the—?" he started, his voice confused. You opened your eyes to see him staring at you, or rather, at the drop of crimson that had fallen from your nostril onto your own body. It was only then that you realized what had happened.
"You have a nosebleed" Idia pointed out. You reached up to touch your nose, feeling the warmth of the blood trickling down your face.
You were so lost in the feeling of fucking into him that you didn’t even notice your own nose bleeding. You licked part of the blood away, the sight making Idia's eyes widen. The metallic taste on your tongue was a strange, but it only showed you how much all this actually turned you on.
Your control shattered. With a final, ragged shout, you slammed into him as deep as you could go and came. Your orgasm ripped through you, a blinding white-hot current that seemed to last forever. You emptied yourself into your own body, your hips stuttering against him as you filled him up. The hot spill of your release inside the body that is actually yours was the most fucked-up, perfect thing you’d ever felt.
You collapsed forward, spent, bracing yourself on your arms to avoid crushing him. Both of you were gasping, shuddering, covered in a thin sheen of sweat. You were still buried inside him, your cock still twitching with the last pulses of your release. The feeling of your cum leaking out around your softening length, the intimate, messy connection, was almost as overwhelming as the orgasm itself. You didn’t move. You couldn’t. You just stayed there, fused together
Divider by: @enchanthings
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