itto 🥺 so big and dumb arataki itto who promises to only put the tip in your pretty pussy and handle it just fine!! :(( but that’s just it. he’s so dumb, dumb for thinking he could last with just the tip in when your pretty pussy is so good it turns him even dumber :// groans so deeply at the feeling of how tight you’re squeezing him, how good you look under him whimpering all pretty that he just can’t help but thrust all the way in, till he’s balls deep and your knees are pressed to your chest and he’s going at it, breeding you and filling you with so so much cum till it’s dripping down to his big balls full of even more cum!! 🥺 even shoves his big dumb fingers in your mouth and lets you suck on ‘em and begs you for even more!! :(( to take him so well and let him cum again and again and fill your pretty pussy more <333
arataki “just the tip.” itto !!
❧ ; a/n: everyone say thank you sowa for this beautiful thirst ok !! not proof read so good luck mwah!
“c’mon baby, baby look at me...baby please, just the tip...j-just the tip. come on, baby. you know you wanna—“
it’s always quite the spectacle when you’re able to bring a man of arataki itto’s size to his knees, he’s big— broad but he’s shaking beneath your dainty hands like a leaf, crimson eyes pleading you with all their might. just the tip, they say, only the tip inside you.
“no itto, we have...stuff to do…” you’re protesting but the large oni has you slipping into quiet corners, his tongue rolling cross your own, fingers on your waist and aaa and thighs and yours running through silky white hair. you can’t keep on saying no, you know that— not when arataki, the god that he is begs you so much that you can hear the pout and the desperation in his voice. “j-just the tip right? you promise?”
“fuck yes, promise baby— only the tip, you’re so good, you’re so good,” itto slurs against your mouth, tongue heavy on yours— spit slicked lips pressed up against your own, cause he’s too desperate to care about how presentable you’ll need to look after, he’s too big and clumsy while he tears through your clothes to get at your supple flesh— underwear expertly tugged to the side after the clink and clank of his belt echoes between your heated bodies.
itto is the biggest you’ve ever taken, already erect with his tip flushing a pinky-red, dripping with obscene amount of precum for someone who hasn’t even been touched yet. it’s thick and white, and heavy while his cock slaps against your soft tummy, both of you breathing heavy in anticipation as itto grabs hold of his cock and guides his bolbous cockhead to your sticky cunt, tapping it against your clit, prodding it against your entrance until his entire body shudders and the deepest groan you’ve ever heard tumbles from his mouth.
his mouth which is usually so loud, it uttering a nasty mix of curses and praises while he sinks his tip into your tight little cunt, trembling as you suck him in just like that, so nicely so prettily and fuck, the faces you make while arataki fucks you shallowly like this is enough to send the poor man to heaven— underneath him, your eyes hooded and teary, lips strawberry tinted and kiss swollen while a light sheen covers your forehead, he almost can’t take it.
“fuck, pretty baby,” he says— no he whines, above you, your legs over his broad shoulders, his cockhead stretching your walls just enough for it to hurt so good, juices running down his shaft. you sound so wet, so gorgeous when you whimper at every little thrust and itto is about to lose his god damn mind. “fuck, yeah? look at that, baby. look. at. that.” punctuating his words with small ruts of his hips into your cunt, just enough so that he nudged your gummy walls. “look at the way you’re suckin’ me in...can’t baby,— can’t take it no more— s’fuckin’ tight, s’warm...s’fuckin heavenly—‘hmy fuckin’ god—!”
and then he’s bottoming out inside your deliciously honeyed and sweet little pussy because how could he not? not when you’re wriggling and writhing underneath him, body basically begging itto for more— who the fuck was he kidding? thinking he could only fuck you with just his tip while it leaks and leaks and smears white all over your insides...oh no, he has to be inside you, has to bathe in your warmth and your wetness and let you choke out his cock until he can’t fucking breathe.
“i-itto!”
he’s shoving his face into your neck, white hair tickling your skin while he pounds away at your darling little hole so hard without giving you time to adjust—clenching down with every push and pull of arataki’s dick in and out of your velvety walls, drooling slick that ties you together in thick, opaque strings. “i know baby, fuck, i know,” itto all but sobs, ‘cause you’re sucking him in so selfishly, refusing to let him go and he was crazy to believe that he was going to limit just his tip to feeling this. “i know i said just the tip, but this pretty pussy was callin’ my name, arataki itto right?” he says, the grip you have on him is insane— figuratively and literally, cunt catching on the fat forked veins of his dick while he becomes addicted to you, calloused fingers spelling his name on your puffy clit as you blossom for him like a blooming flower. “she needed me, gotta fuck ‘er right yeah? you can take it, b-be my golden girl ‘n take this c-cock—!”
the oni doesn’t shut up while fucking you, letting out a muffled noise of surprise when you reach up and shove two of your digits into his mouth, pressing against his tongue with hooded eyes as his saliva trickels from the coners of his mouth. “itto, d-don’t make promises you can’t keep,” you moan, lazily thrusting your fingers in and out of his mouth until he’s dumb, mind blank and thinking with his cock— rutting into you so hard that your body jolts with each slam of his hips forward.
breed, breed, breed.
is the only mantra playing inside of the oni’s head as his cock presses deeper inside of you, tickling your womb every time he moves, bumping your g-spot every time he thrusts. fuck ‘just the tip’ he’ll remember for next time— he’ll give you all of those inches if you keep moaning for him like it’s your last day on earth, he’ll give you all of his fat, heavy cock with his balls slapping against the curve of your ass if it means he can fill you up with rounds and rounds of his potent seed until your belly swells and itto can’t stop the sticky mess from seeping out of your puffy, raw folds.
How do you think Arataki Itto would deal with a crush who is the opposite in personality. Like He’s loud and crush is quiet. He jumps into things, they don’t. They’re always smiling around him when he suddenly turns up, like their eyes light up?
Ooh, I definitely like this concept. Let's roll with it a bit, shall we?
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First off, when I tell you Itto's gang will not go a day without giving Itto the utmost shit for his infatuation, I mean it, and it's because you are so different from him. When he first met you, they could practically see the hearts in his eyes, and he went up to you, tried to brag and flaunt himself in your presence, make a grand presentation of himself like usual but times ten, and... you were so scared by the big oni man you ran off before he even finished his speech about "the one and oni". The Arataki Gang? Yeah, they never let him live that down.
It's no secret that Itto likes to place himself around people that challenge him. You, however, were a different challenge entirely. You really tested his patience, not because he was getting tired of waiting around for you or anything. He would wait a million years for you to come around if he had to, but he's known from the moment you two met (literally) that making the first move was out of the question. You were so timid and fragile, and holding himself back is not Itto's specialty, but sure as damn well will learn for the woman of his dreams!
This man, despite his own nature working against him, has the patience of a saint. He waits days, weeks, months before it even becomes clear to him that you in fact don't mind his presence. Whether it was because he was just an idiot or his own insecurities surrounding you were clouding his judgment, he was never sure until the moment you told him "I'm glad you're always around" that he knew, and that boy lit up like a Christmas tree. He went and bragged to Granny Oni that night and told her how he was gonna marry you some day.
So I'm sure you can imagine at that point how grueling it is for him to be holding back all these strong feelings when a year passes by, and he's still in the friends zone, being absolutely dogged on by the gang and Ayato. Even Yae is watching smugly from the sidelines at this point. All he wants to do is hold you and kiss you until the end of eternity, but he's aware that if he tried you would quite possibly implode into a disaster of cosmic proportions. But when that moment finally does come, when you two are sitting under a withering arch on the edge of a cliff at sunset and you finally muster up the courage to place your dainty little hand on top of his, the fireworks that go off in that man's head are indescribable. By the time he notices you looking up at him sparkling little doe eyes, a rosy hue painted across your face as gentle sun rays lay on top of you and make your skin glow a shade wondrous gold, he's immediately committing that sight to memory. He will mention it in his wedding vows, and you might faint during them, but it'd be worth it.
You actually like him back. It's a concept for many weeks Itto is practically incapable of comprehending, but the worst part is he might never know you actually felt that way from the very beginning. You just never possessed the guts to tell him, and instead you submitted both you and him to a year long painstaking slowburn that felt like it lasted forever, but Itto will swear for the rest of his life that wait was one-hundred percent worth it.
“This is the first time I’ve felt the need to confess.”
with itto if possible? I know genshin isn’t in the fandom list but I’m rly rly obsessed with him rn 🥹🥹 (also u love me right)
take ur time and thank uu <3
arataki itto x this is the first time i've felt the need to confess
warnings: mentions of alcohol
a/n: you're special enough to get a special itto piece <3
The first thought that crosses your mind is that it feels sticky. Not figuratively, because air can't actually be sticky, but metaphorically it absolutely feels like you've just stepped into some icky environment where the only air you can breathe is thick and gooey and disgusting.
The music and chatter are so loud you clench the plastic bag filled with the stupid chicken empanadas you've let Yoimiya, your roommate, convince you to bring to the stupid party you didn't even want to go to in the first place. She, on the other hand, seems ecstatic as always. The energy she carries around never fails to match the environment she finds herself in and her bubbly personality is the perfect match for rooms filled with obnoxious, loud, excited people. Like the one you're currently in.
“It was so nice of him to invite us!” she happily looks around and waves to a stranger or two as your nose cynically scrunches up.
“It was nice. We didn't have to accept” you grumble, mindlessly leaving the plastic bag on a kitchen counter filled with bottles, toppled red cups and chip crumbs. Even this room is filled with people, which is enough to make you attempt a deep breath to swallow your anxiety. Small apartment plus hordes of guests is one of the worst equations you can be part of.
“But he wanted you to come so bad” she grins, casually diving one hand into one of the colorful bag of snacks abandoned on the table.
“It was a guilt-ridden invitation. He knows he hasn't done shit for our group project and still managed to score a good grade”
“Thanks to you”
“Thanks to me, Sara, Kazu, and Thoma”
Yoimiya impatiently rolls her eyes.
“Okay, but he was still nice enough to invite you to his party. This could be our chance to meet new people!”
“Christ, just go tell the Kamisato siblings you have a crush on them so we can leave”
Your best friend opens her mouth to protest, cheeks already flushed, but is interrupted by both the laugh you huff and a boisterous voice from behind you that makes you jump.
“You came!” Itto cheers, crimson eyes boring into yours and smile so wide you're almost tempted to reciprocate right away.
“Thanks for inviting us” you feel yourself sound so proper and polite you suddenly wish Sara could've been there instead of having to surrender to the supid flu. She would've pinched you.
“Nah, don't mention it! What can I get ya?” Itto is so tall and broad he's basically hovering above you but he has this weird, affable aura that never once makes him intimidating. He'd meet someone and become their friend in the span of 30 seconds, something very similar to what had happened when you were assigned to the same group project. He had arrived at the campus library, cracked one joke, offered to get everyone coffee to apologize for being late and boom, he instantly became everyone's favorite person (an outrage, given that you, Thoma and Kazuha grew up together and Sara is one of your closest friends). What makes it worse is that it's impossible to dislike him because he's so irritatingly genuine. Not an ounce of deceit in that gigantic body.
“Thanks, m'good” you mutter.
“If you don't drink there's a bowl of virgin sangria” he hasn't looked away from your eyes once so you nervously shift your weight from one leg to the other. Yoimiya has disappeared god knows where, your guess is she's on a mission to grab enough mojitos to muster the courage to introduce herself to Ayaka by the end of the night. It'd be about damn time.
“Okay”
His smile is blinding as he reaches across the kitchen counter to fill you a glass. He's grabbed a proper one, not one of those red plastic cups.
“Thank you” your fingers graze his as you accept the glass. They're cold, must be why you shudder. Does he ask someone to paint his nails black or does he do that himself?
“So, uh, how come the rest of our group couldn't come?” he's invited everyone, of course he has. It's hard to ignore the way your stomach contracts at the way the words our group leave his mouth. It sounds good. It sounds non temporary. It sounds threacherous.
“Sara's sick, Kazu and Thoma are having one of their dumb gaming nights”
“Right!” he laughs another one of his overexcited laughs “their channel's so cool!”
Cool isn't exactly the word you would use but it is kinda cute how thrilled they get whenever they receive a donation or a nice comment. They also get their fair share of indecent proposals, an information you often enjoy using for teasing purposes.
“They'd be happy to have you as a guest” you take a sip of your drink and the sweetness of the cranberry juice burns your throat a little.
“Would you be there too?” now that's one malicious smirk, sharp but cute canine teeth in plain sight. Fuck.
“It's not really my thing” you attempt to brush the question off with a nervous chuckle. He opens his mouth to respond with god knows what charismatic comeback but, thankfully, he's interrupted by a clearly drunk Gorou who materializes next to him and places a small hand on his massive shoulder.
“M'looking for more shrimps” he leans into his arm and hiccups. Itto rolls his eyes with fake annoyance but you can read the fondness in them.
“Whatcha gonna do with shrimps?” he politely asks, foot tapping impatiently.
“Did I say shrimps?” Gorou chuckles to himself "I meant drinks"
You seize the opportunity to sneak out of the kitchen and dive right into the living room and its throng of guests. Catching a glimpse of Yoimiya sitting on a couch next to the Kamisato siblings makes you smile, but you don't let yourself get distracted and keep marching towards your (hopefully) oasis of fresh air and muffled music: the balcony.
As you close the sliding door behind you, the cold breeze feels like a balm on your feverish skin. You quite literally sink onto the orange bean bag and take a deep breath, fingers clenching the glass still in your hand. Okay you might, perhaps, have a small crush on the tall, broad, popular idiot. You might think the red makeup that extends from his upper eyelid to this lower one is attractive, you may wonder if his silver hair is as soft as it looks, and it's possible that you have asked yourself how his arms would feel under your fingertips, how his muscles would contract if you so much as grazed—
“Nope” you grumble to yourself and promptly take your phone out of your pocket, tapping your dating app open right away. It hasn't worked wonders for you (yet) but it's a nice diversion and some guys are entertaining enough for you not to want to stick a fork in their eye. Not immediately, at least.
“6'3 my ass!” the proximity of the woefully familiar voice makes you jump but Itto doesn't lose his composure as he rubs his chin, eyes skeptically scanning the bio of the red haired guy you didn't actually want to swipe away.
“What?” you're appalled as he casually sits down next to you, back pressed against the sliding door, so close his knee is brushing against your thigh.
“He's lying. I can tell” he shrugs “why're you using that shit anyway?”
“You don't?” in an attempt to dodge a question that makes you appear equal parts lame and pathetic, you ask an even dumber one. As if he would ever need to.
“Yeah, sometimes. M'not really lucky though” he takes a sip from the beer can in his hand.
Huh?
“You're kidding” it's impossible to hide your skepticism and he smiles at your frown.
“I have a hard time dealing with women”
“There's literally a facebook group named after your abs”
He laughs at that, although it's a softer sound that surprises you.
“I know, I've been invited to join” his chuckle fades into a sweet smile, eyes suddenly avoiding your gaze “but doesn't really matter when you feel so inadequate, does it?”
The Arataki Itto feels what?
“Are you drunk?” you inquire and he glances at you again, making your heart skip a beat. You've never been close enough to smell his woodsy cologne before.
“It's true. I try to compensate, ya know, by being all loud and positive and exuberant but I hardly fit in and no one ever takes me seriously” he takes another sip from his can and then proceeds to slowly crumple it up in his hand “shit, s'weird. This is the first time I’ve felt the need to confess. Am I being too lame?”
“No” your reply is as quick as your pulse, although slightly quavering “I don't think you could be lame if you tried”
Itto's gaze softens as he lets it flicker from your eyes to your lips, as if to make sure you've actually uttered those words. He absentmindedly raises his hand to cup your cheek, brows furrowed in concentration as his thumb gently strokes the corner of your mouth to get rid of a pinkish droplet of your mocktail.
“So” he tilts his head as a curious puppy would, absolutely unaware of how dry your throat suddenly is “am I not lame enough to kiss you?”
I may be down bad… but another one about Arataki Itto; not sfw, minors dni; not proofread cause I’m writing it while on a party + I’m a bit tipsy lmfao; gender neutral
The man’s palm is long lost in your strands, his black nails scraping against the back of your head. His loud moans are filling the tiny room you two are in, while your muffled whimpers carry the vibrations straight into his aching cock. Itto’s not a very greedy man in general, but he’s impatient, so when he’s arrived to a party you two were invited to, and seen you in this pretty outfit of yours – he’s had to do something about it. A little storage room next to the kitchen has seemed to be a perfect room for you two to hang out in a bit, and when he’s finally get a taste of your sweet lips on his own, he couldn’t stop himself from begging for more. And that’s how you finally ended kneeling on the ground, your palms clasping desperately on his belt, as he rocks his hips into your little mouth, your throat taking him so well that his whole length basically slides in. It’s such an amazing feeling that he can’t stop himself from making these lewd noises, you’re just so good to him, your mouth not able to open even wider, your teeth scraping against his dick with each of rapid thrusts, the tickling feeling making him only fuck your throat harder. And the strings of saliva dripping down on your chin, eyes all watery, your expression all perfectly fucked, all because of him. You don’t know how much time has passed, you are sure that your throat is going to hurt in the morning, and you probably won’t be able to speak, but it’s all worth it. His low grunts, his eyes screaming with love and desire for you, and honestly, just the opportunity to suck him dry, it’s all the best award you could possibly get.
Itto's cock is so big, and you're so fucking small compared to him. Everytime he bottoms out, you feel so full, your hole struggling not to cum, his big head touching that soft spot inside you making you mewl and shiver. <33
Itto loves to see your pretty cunt swallow him whole, pressing his big hand on your tummy. :( <33
"Can you feel me right here princess? Hmm? You're so tight around me baby, do you like my fat cock that much? "
You want to cum so bad :(
you also want to pleasure him, but his cock is pressing so deliciously against your sweet spot. :(
You tell him is too much, that you're gonna cum, but he "shhh, s' okay, you're doing so well for me, such a good little baby" :(<333
your boyfriend doesn't want you to work. instead, he wants you to take care of a little problem of his.
✧ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠. arataki itto x gn!reader
✧ 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐭. drabble ; 0.2k
✧ 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞. established relationship au ; fluff, suggestive
✧ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬. allusions to sex, character speculation
Itto is an obstacle when it comes to waking up in the morning. He’s clingy, a trait you least expect from a rambunctious gang leader. Whenever you try to get out of bed, he’ll trap you there with his arm, which you swear is heavy like a barbell.
“Itto, you’re going to crush me,” you groan, trying to shove his arm away from your waist. He doesn’t budge. “Archons, please move. I’ll be late for work.”
He whines, persistently nosing into your neck to inhale your scent. His free hand caresses the exposed skin of your abdomen, making your breath hitch. “Don’t go, baby. I’ll miss you.”
You ultimately give in, snuggling into his chest. It’s odd; whenever he says that, it always makes your heart flutter and also impossible to reject him. He laughs out of contentment, attacking your nape with kisses. “Okay, fine. I guess the Adventurers’ Guild can wait a little while longer.”
“Make them wait.” You yelp when your boyfriend picks you up like a puppy onto his lap out of the blue and slides his lips along the column of your neck. Your eyes blast fully open when you feel a solid poke on your thigh. “Say you have an emergency to take care of.”
✧ 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬. if your url is in bold, it means i can’t tag you!
Notes: Let me know if you want to see a similar fic with any other characters! Also.. I’ve entered my Itto simp phase
Warnings: Swearing, a kinda stereotypical joke
Requests are open
“Ew ew ewewew.” He mutters not so quietly under his breath, syllables merging together.
“Oh calm down.” You say, laughing airily as you paint his nails. You hadn’t expected him to act so strangely. After all, his nails were already painted black. Or so you thought. That chromatic hue was something he was born with, as you were just informed.
"But it feels groooss." He complains, a shiver going down the length of his spine.
"How in the hell does it feel gross?" You laugh, turning your attention to the man seated in front of you. An interesting expression adorned his face, his nose scrunched up, his tongue sticking out slightly.
Adorable, in all honesty.
"'Cause, my nails feel wet!" He exclaims, staring at you as if you were insane.
"...that's cause they are."
"Uhm... well yeah, and it feels weird!"
"Just gimme a minute!"
And after another 5 minutes of Itto squirming, his nails were finally done. Bright red paint glinted in the hot Inazuman sun, and he almost looked impressed.
"Well... that doesn't look half bad."
"Didn't you trust me?"
"W-well of course I did! It's just... I have a reputation to uphold, y'know."
You scoff in response, making him blush.
"Oh shuddup." He grumbles, turning away from you and huffing.
"Well, if you thought that was weird, you're gonna hate this next part." You snicker, watching his expressions carefully. They immediately distort into one of disgust. And it wasn't long until a face mask was settled on his features. It had been a few minutes now and he wouldn't stop gagging, attempting to fix it sliding off his face now and then, smearing his still drying nails in the process.
"Itto!" You scold, smacking his hands away.
"All right, all right!" He exclaims, setting his hands at his side, sighing heavily.
You were seated behind him, braiding his fluffy hair. Your tongue was sticking out in concentration as you worked, running your fingers through different strands. You moved fast, and soon enough his hair was fully decked out in as many braids as you could fit on his scalp, local flowers weaved in.
"Done!" You say, leaning back to admire your work.
He turns his head to look over his shoulder, his face mask fully sliding off and hitting the floor. A bright smile dances on his lips. "Well, how does it look?" He asks, flipping his hair over his shoulder dramatically.
"You look like a model." You laugh, pecking his cheek with a gentle kiss.
The action makes him blush, and chuckle awkwardly. "Oh, shuddup." He says, flicking his wrist towards you.
"Now, I would do your makeup, but yours already looks immaculate." You smile, your words bringing back his usual cocky self.
"Well of course it does!" He exclaims, striking a pose for you.
You laugh, resting your head on his shoulder. "Looks like spa day was a success."
"Guess it was, is this what girls do all the time?" He asks, prodding at the soft skin on his face.
💃- hi bb how r u just thinking of itto going feral when u hold his horns while riding him </3
hello hi doing gods work i guess
itto who makes you seem tiny in size in every which way, thumbing your clit in rapid circles as you try to take his cock— it’s too big, doesn’t fit properly :( you always whine and gargle and end up brainless before you’ve even taken the tip, fucking yourself down on it to make it easier for you, make yourself cum before you get to fuck him.
“who’s pussy is this?” he smirks as you roll your hips, spelling out your claim on his dick as it churns up your insides— deep in your guts, mashing down on the gooey tingly spots in your stuffed cunt. you can only whimper and hiccup his name, struggling to find stability with your hands on itto’s shoulders, nails adding extra marks to the red patterns against his skin. “mine, yeah? this pussy belongs to me baby? oh god— yeah it does, course it fuckin’ does. oh yeah,”
itto never shuts up, but his dirty, sinful ramblings only serve to spark the flare of desire you have for him while you languidly hump at his cock that splits you open. his large, oni hands guide your hips— up and down, up and down with the occasional bump of his hips up into yours for more feverish friction. “‘n this cock, baby?” his red eyes hone in on the way you suck him up, tip to base, making him feral watching you cream around the bottom of his dick and drip white down his balls. he can’t help but pick up the pace...you can take it right? “who’s is it? c’mon don’t be shy, tell me...who does this cock belong to?”
itto moves a little faster now, dropping you back down on his cock with a wet slap every time he draws back and almost pulls out— sending shockwaves through your body until it tingles in your fingertips. “m-mine,” you stammer, gaining momentum yourself and matching his hard and deep thrusts, writing your claim out on his body. “mine. my dick, mine. only i get to use you like this.”
itto who bristles, chest rumbling while his big hands knead your ass, balls clapping against them sticky with a messy mix of your arousals— he slaps a hand down on your ass and bites back a moan at the sound it makes, how your flesh jiggles between your bouncing, his thrusts and the spanks he delivers.
“s’right baby, ride your cock...take control of me, love it when you own me,” itto whimpers, tongue glowing slack in the pool of saliva occupying his mouth when you grab hold of his horns— using them as leverage to lift yourself right off of his dick and slam yourself back down on him wetly, a crude mix of your juices splashing up bis abs while your clit grinds against this pelvis. “d-do that again, f-fuckin ride me like you mean it. use your cock baby, please!”
you’re not any different, nor in a better state than he, still wobbling from taking araraki itto’s deeper than you ever have, letting him grind up against your soft inner walls, veins catching on all the ridges while slick runs down either of your thighs like honey rolling down the side of a jar. your grip on his horns is tight, every time you rin or squeeze them making his hips stutter and his tongue loll out of his mouth— the way you lift and drop your hips down on itto rendering him a useless drooling puppy. except for when his hips jump up to bruise your cervix and grind against your g-spot.
“f-fuck itto!” you’re wailing at this point, sweaty and teary eyed and desperate as you circle your hips down on him and squeeze at his horns. “m-my cock...feels s’fucking good!”
the big, domineering oni is a mess beneath you, hands not knowing where to go, eyes disappearing into his skull all while rutting into you. “y-your cock, s’gonna make you cum, right?” he slurs, barely there, losing momentum to thrust up into you as his thighs shake and lose their sensual strokes. “‘m gonna do it baby, make you cum with your cock. you fuckin’ own this cock, you own me. ‘m gonna make you cum ‘n then cum inside you over and over— please.” itto practically begs you, so hot and feverish with sex that he barely knows who he is any more as you ride him and grip his horns to your heart’s content. “just drop it down on me baby— baby please! ‘n grab my horns...just like fuckin’ that.”
