Poll Winner: Miss Miyamizu Ch. 1(Your Name) (Patreon)

I forgot to post this won, but considering the amount of votes, I think its a little obvious. Thanks for giving me probably my most voted poll yet, folks. Much appreciated. :)

Your Name: What if the age gap between Taki and Mitsuha was a bit bigger? One day at college, Taki meets his teacher, Mitsuha, a woman ten years his senior. When they remember who the other is, though, love cannot be stopped as Taki gives his teacher a D+. Includes: Age Gap, Teacher, Romance

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Once upon a time there was a young man and a young woman. This man's name was Taki, and the young woman's name was Mitsuha. Taki lived in the big city, living within the center of Tokyo. While Mitsuha lived in a small town miles away from Tokyo. A town that would eventually be destroyed by a falling meteorite.

In one timeline, Mitsuha, her family, and her friends, would all be destroyed by the falling meteor. Thankfully, this was not that story. Instead, due to a twist of fate Taki and Mitsuha would end up switching bodies with one another.

They were separated by both distance and time, and yet together they saved hundreds of lives. And in one timeline the two would end up meeting once more in the bustling city of tokyo.

This wasn't that story either, because in that one they were only a couple of years apart from one another. No, this was a story where Mitsuha was a fair bit older than Taki. Despite this though, the love they shared with one another was stronger than any force, and even Fate had to submit to their bond.

Sooner or later, the two would reunite and their feelings for one another would blossom once more.

Taki had recently been accepted into a university, one that he had been hoping to join for quite some time. He was studying to become an architect, a job he had dreamed of for many years.

Despite this he took several other classes hoping to build a strong resume that would help him at finding a job once he graduated.

It was the first day of school when he met Miss Miyamizu. His eyes lingered on her dark, black hair. It was long, reaching past her shoulders. Her clothes were professional, though her shapely body was still obvious to the eye.

He wanted to shame himself for looking at his teacher this way, but something was off. No matter how hard he tried to look away, his eyes would follow her.

Miss Miyamizu was clearly older than him, probably standing about a decade above him in age. Maybe less, maybe more. He noticed a gray hair that Mitsuha had probably tried and failed to hide, yet her eyes still carried a youthful glow to them.

She was pretty. No, more than that, she was gorgeous. Beautiful.

Why did he think she was so beautiful? She was, that much was factually true, but-

“Taki, please pay attention to your book.” His name on her lips. His name on her tongue. Taki’s eyes slowly widened as he felt his face turn warm and scarlet-red. He tore his eyes away from her, looking down at the walls of text.

But what he felt didn’t go away. His heart skipped a beat. It raced in his chest like a drum as he tried to calm down, but he knew what he saw. He knew who she was, but it couldn’t be.

An emptiness in his chest began to fill, and it was terrifying. For years, he had carried the weight of his forgotten memories deep in his chest. He walked with a hole in his heart, longing for something that he had forgotten and… and now here she was.

He whispered her name, so quietly that no one could hear it, but him. He never wanted to forget it again.

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Mitsuha chose to be a teacher. She had no real plan growing up. She’d be whatever she had to be, whatever she needed to be, just to try and live a good life out on her own. She wanted to be more than a shrine maiden, more than her father’s daughter, more than just Mitsuha…

A teacher was as good a job as any. She always looked up to Yukari Yukino, a teacher at her school long ago. Why not try and be like her?

Eventually Mitsuha ended up teaching at a university in Tokyo, the city she had always dreamed about living in. It was nice really it was, but she knew she was missing something.

Someone.

Mitsuha had been left with a hole in her heart since she had saved her town. It was all thanks to her friends that she was able to, but there was one friend she hadn’t been able to thank. Someone… someone she carried deeply for.

Eventually Mitsuha buried the loneliness in her chest. She took her sister’s advice and went on a few dates. None of them went anywhere, and eventually she just focused on her work and the few friends she had.

And that was enough… for a while, at least.

Now here she was, her eyes avoiding the gaze of one of her new students. She couldn’t look at him directly, because if she did, she wasn’t sure she’d ever be able to stop.

Because there was something about his eyes. His face. Him. Even his scent as she walked by him reminded her of… of awkward mornings in a Tokyo apartment. The shame of having to go pee. The confusion of a world she wasn’t used to.

She let out a sigh, only to wonder if that sigh sounded like someone’s name. Her face turned red as Mitsuha went into auto-pilot, doing her job, answering questions, doing anything she could to fill the space, because she really needed to talk to him.

Mitsuha glanced at the clock, before her eyes turned to the class. Her eyes caught him from the corner of her eyes, and she felt her heart race. She hid a quiet gasp as she finally looked at him, staring into those familiar eyes.

His eyes were on her, unlike his classmates who were nose-deep in books. Mitsuha didn’t even glance at them, and she tried her best to speak firmly to the familiar face.

“Taki, please pay attention to your book.”

That seemed to catch his attention. He blinked, before he looked down, reading a random page of his text as she sighed quietly.

Taki. Taki. Taki, Taki, Taki. That name. It made her tongue tingle as her thighs pressed together. It was him.

“Wow, using your student’s first name on the first day? So casual,” one young man teased, and Mitsuha was tempted to give him a loud reprimand. She did no such thing, though, focusing on her work with the class.

But soon it was time for the class to leave, and she laid out a sigh of relief. She gave a half-hearted wave goodbye to the students as they walked away, leaving only two people behind.

The teacher, and her student, Taki.

He turned his eyes towards her once more and her gaze met his. Neither said anything for a moment, and Mitsuha felt her lips open and close as she tried and failed to speak. “Ahh…”T-Tah, Ta-”

Her mouth fell shut. Was it really him? The name felt so familiar, but what if she was wrong? Her body trembled. She felt hot. She felt… turned on. By her own student?! It was shameful! Yet she found her eyes glancing on him every time he was alone.

“Can I… ask you your name?” he quietly muttered as he remained seated.  Mitsuha said nothing, staring at him in a cold silence.

“Y-you know my name,” she muttered.

“Your first name?” he sighed. “I just want to know.”

“That isn’t a very appropriate question…”

“Please, I just need to know. I just, I need to know.”

Mitsuha sighed quietly, before she gave her answer. “My name is Mi-”

“-suha.”

He knew her name, and she knew his, and the years of loneliness and longing gave way to a flood of emotions. The walls they had put up were crumbling now as he stood up, moving closer to her as her eyes shimmered. Each step was like lightning raining down on her, making her skin tingle as her heart raced.

“Taki…?”

The last time they saw each other was atop a mountain. They laughed, they cried, and she called him a pervert as he admitted to touching her tits once, and with her own hands no less.

Memories from along came crashing down on them as he moved closer, wrapping his arms around her body, squeezing her against his frame as her hands wrapped around his body. One hand grabbed at the other as she remembered what he had written on her palm.

“Taki…”

“Mitsuha. Y-you’re back. You’re here. You’re-” He smelled her sweet aroma. It hadn’t changed in all these years. He remembered her. Her laugh, her sweet tooth, and even the slightest of accents she had from living in the country for so long…

He remembered her, and he felt tears falling down his face. He rubbed them away on her neck as she held him tightly in return.

Neither was sure how long they stood there. Neither really cared. Time was a forgotten concept as they felt the other’s warmth. The two pulled apart just so they could see the other’s face. Their eyes shimmered as their lips curled into smiles, and Mitsuha leaned in to kiss him.

Her lips brushed against his, and he kissed back, pressing his own lips back. There was a spark of electricity, one that scared Mitsuha as she pulled away. Well, stumbled, really, nearly falling onto her back.

“Mitsuha!” He reached for her, catching her before she could hit the ground. He held onto her body, one hand on her back, and the other on her chest. He blinked, and his fingers couldn’t help but squeeze those breasts again.

Huh, they had gotten bigger. A lot bigger. He squeezed them once more as their faces turned a brighter shade of red. They had gotten a lot-

“Taki!”

“S-sorry!” The two pulled apart, careful not to fall this time, and Mitsuha crossed her arms over her chest, careful not to accentuate their size or shape to the young pervert.

“You just can’t help yourself can you?”

“I said I was sorry!”

“We haven’t seen each other for years, and you… you-”

“I-I know, but ah, y-you look great!”

“Y-you… shut up,” she grumbled, turning her face away as Taki nervously chuckled. Neither said anything for a moment. Their eyes met again, and Taki could see the small smile on her plump, soft lips.

Lips he had just…

“You kissed me.”

Her eyes widened, and she opened her mouth, only to close it. “Y-yeah. W-well, um… Yeah. You wrote that message on my hand.”

“Yeah, I did.” Taki nodded his head. “I-”

“But it was wrong. I-I’m your teacher! You shouldn’t say stuff like that to your teacher!”

“Hey, we were the same age when I wrote that!” He argued, before he blinked. “I knew you were older than me, but I didn’t think you’d be…”

“What?” she growled, daring the younger man to finish the sentence. She glanced at her hair, only to blush as she placed a hand on her head, hiding the gray hair. “H-having a few gray hairs in your late twenties is totally normal, okay?!”

She felt her heart ache. Years of longing for the man who she loved, the one who saved her life, and the lives of so many others and… and she practically looked like a grandma! Alright, maybe that was pushing it, but that was how she felt…

“N-no, I-I ah… I like it,” he mumbled, and Mitsuha blinked.

“Huh?”

“I-it’s dumb, but ah,, I’ve always liked older women. I mean, you remember Okudera. She was like seven years older than me, and well, you know how I felt about her. I used to think you were the exception, but I stand corrected, I guess,” he grinned.

Shit. She was older than Okudera…

“You look gorgeous, Mitsuha.” He stepped closer and Mitsuha felt her heart race. “Beautiful. Cute. Um, a lot of things,” he chuckled, staring at her with those damn eyes.

She loved those eyes. She loved him.

“I’m your teacher.”

“That… kind of makes this better, you know?” Taki smirked, and Mistuha gently smacked his shoulder. He didn’t even feel it. “I’m kidding.” His hand brushed against hers, and she smiled at the sensation. She caught his hand with hers, holding it tight. “What I wrote on your hand is still true.”

Her heart swelled with joy. “Are you… seeing anyone?” she inquired, and he shook his head.

“Miss Miyamizu, right? Not-”

“Didn’t really have a lot of interest in dating. No one else I met was willing to yell at my father or fake an explosion for me.”

“Hey, those explosions were real.”

The two laughed, lost to the euphoria overwhelming them both. Their hands squeezed the other as they leaned in closer. Her eyes stared into his as his other hand stroked her hip.

“You’re here?” she whispered, squeezing his hand, and he nodded his head. “And you still love me…?”

“I do.” Oh, hearing him say those words made her heart race.

“I’m your teacher,” she mumbled as her body leaned closer towards him. Her breasts rubbed against his chest as he smiled down at her.

“Y-yeah. So?”

“This is wrong.”

“What about us has been norm-mmph!” She pressed her lips against him, holding him tight as she kissed the man of her dreams.

The two made out, something neither had ever really done before. They were both standing in Mitsuha’s classroom, kissing the other as their hands explored one another. Mitsuha’s hands stroked his chest, feeling his muscles through his clothes. His hands groped her large breasts and her peach-shaped butt.

He liked both parts of her.

His tongue wrestled with hers for a few moments, before they pulled apart, the strand of saliva breaking between their mouths.

“Mitsuha…”

“You said that already,” she teased.

“I like the sound of it. Besides, I want to make sure I won’t ever forget.” He kissed her again, and she felt his leg press against her crotch. The older woman felt so small against the man, and she was just a few inches under him despite her age. It was nice. She let out another moan against him, shuddering as her arms wrapped around his neck.

The two made out for a few more seconds as Mitsuha felt a burning fire inside of her, slowly consuming her very skin as her legs rubbed against his…

Wait.

She pulled away slightly, pushing on his chest, before she looked down. Her eyes widened as she saw it.

“What?” Taki blinked, before he looked down to find the clear erection straining the inside of his pants. “Oh.”

“T-Taki! That thing’s huge,” she gasped. “W-what are you doing?!”

“I-I couldn’t help it. You were rubbing against it, a-and you’re a really good kisser.”

“Don’t blame me,” she huffed, before she glanced at the door. It was closed. The school was probably empty of teachers and students by now. She looked at Taki again, and he smiled weakly.

“Are you thinking what I’m thinking?”

“W-we shouldn’t. It’s-”

“Wrong?” She shrugged. “If you don’t want to, we don’t have to.”

“I didn’t say that.”

Taki grinned, before he pulled away. Mitsuha watched as he placed his hands on her desk and he pushed everything off, tossing papers, pencils, and pens onto the ground.

“Taki! I just organized that!”

“Oh. Sorry!”

Mitsuha sighed, before she hooked a finger on his collar and pulled him closer. His chest collided with her tits as she grinned. “Then I guess you’ll have to pay for that, Mr. Tachibana.” His eyes widened, before he smiled back at her.

“Oh?”

The two stripped the other quickly, practically tearing the other’s clothes off. The fabric fell to the ground as Taki sat on her desk. She stood before him in all her naked glory, and Taki was smitten beyond words.

“Um, y-you sure you want to sleep with someone as old as me?”

“I’ve had dreams about this moment. Sometimes with you and Miss Okudera.” Her eyes glared at him for a moment, and he chuckled. “Kidding. Trust me, Mitsuha. You’re the most gorgeous woman I've ever known. I want you. I love you.”

Hearing those made her swoon. She climbed onto him, and the two adjusted slightly, doing their best to be mindful of the other. Her pussy was centimeters over his cock, dripping onto it as she blushed.

She slid her body down, and she moaned as she felt his cock sliding into her. His hands gently held her hips, holding her safely as she rose up and down, feeling the dick reaching down into her, before sliding back out.

“Ahhh… Taki!”

“I-I’m not hurting you, am I?”

“N-no. No, I-I like it. I want it. More. Please,” she panted, placing her hands on his shoulders to move faster. She pushed her hips down, impaling herself on his shaft. He moaned loudly, gently smacking her behind. “Ahhh!?”

“Too much?”

“N-no. D-do it again,” she grinned, and he obeyed, spanking her ass and earning another moan from him. “Ahh, you like spanking your teacher, Taki? Dirty boy.”

“Holy shit, you’re good at dirty ta-mmph?” Her tits smothered his face for a moment, and he reciprocated. He pushed his face between her tits as she bounced on top of him. His lips kissed her skin as her hard nipples poked him.

She felt the entire length of his shaft slipping inside of her, filling her, pumping precum deep into her pussy as she moaned in his arms. Her arms wrapped tight around him, squeezing their bodies together as kept moving her hips, slamming his dick into her again and again.

His teeth gently nipped at her breasts, leaving marks on the pale flesh as she fought back her cries. She bit her lower lip, breathing deeply into his ear as they moaned together. The room was filled with their quiet, muffled cries and the wet smack of their bodies colliding.

His cock continued to pound her wet, dripping cunt. They had spent years apart, but now they were finally together. Free to love and remember the other. Free to live their lives as any couple would.

Taki pulled his head out from between her tits. They both felt his cock throbbing inside of her as he pushed the entire length inside of her. Mitsuha mewled loudly as his lips met hers once more. The two kissed wildly, passionately, hungry for the other as they came as one.

His seed shot inside of her, filling her womb with a flood of his cum. She clung to him tightly, holding him as her entire body began to shake. The two quivered against the other, lost to the explosion of euphoria inside their bodies.

Neither said anything as their cum mixed together, slowly dripping out of Mitsuha’s plugged pussy. Taki broke the kiss to gently peck her neck, sighing quietly against her skin. She moaned against him, weak in his arms.

“So… Did I get an A, teach?” he teased, and she rolled her eyes, gently smacking his shoulder.

“I’m glad you’re going to be an architect. You sure don’t make a good comedian.” The two laughed together, nuzzling and cuddling where they laid.

Finally, after all this time, they had their happily ever after… and things would only get better from here.