who is just so awfully in love with you, a girl he's seen only on screen. itto, who believes your “relationship” with him is one of a kind, but you don't even know his name. itto, who sends you lewd messages within frequent donations, the boy who touches his aching dick every night to you streaming. he watches you so intently as you fuck yourself, he watches you cry and grip your sheets with focused and glaring eyes. itto times his orgasm to yours, only drawing in shaky breaths he sees you come down from your high. itto, he can't keep his eyes off the screen, he dirty talks to himself as if you were right in front of him. itto, who believes that you're his one and only.
warnings: none :) kissie kissie cuddle smooch <3 love <33
"fine, maybe we should make a bet, itto!"
"let's do it, then!" he pulled out his deck of trading cards, the majority of cards highly sought after and in top condition. itto had won most of them from tournaments and other bets with little kids who were foolishly willing to give up their most prized cards. "after all, i am the trading card game champ!"
"and what happens if i win?" you raised an eyebrow.
"name your price and ill pay it, but that isn't very likely, is it?" he chuckled. the oni shuffled his deck, reviewing his game-changing strategy he refined for nights.
"if i win, you'll have to dress up in a frilly, revealing dress for an entire day! oh, and ill make you fight in it too!" you giggled.
"alright, but if i win, you'll have to cuddle me!" itto exclaimed confidently, cracking his knuckles and setting his deck up at the low table you two were sitting at.
you pulled out your deck of humble trading cards. it had been a while since you played, but you were the best in your entire clique. someone like itto shouldn't be much of a problem, right?
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he slammed down his final card with pride. he won...
"aw, man." you were more bummed about losing than fulfilling itto's request. why would you even be upset about cuddling with someone as... handsome as him.
"hahaha! did you really think you'd win?! never in a million years would i be caught sporting something as absurd as a dress! kujou chicken would be pissed! " itto shuffled his cards together, putting them back in his "secret deck pocket" he told you about after you watched him wreck a young boy's deck infront of his friends.
you put away your cards, setting them aside on the table as you crawled into his arms. his embrace was warm and accepting, his scent familiar and comforting to you.
itto lifted you off of your feet, carrying you to his bed and placing you down gently before he covered both you and him with a cozy blanket.
his hands slid up your torso, pulling you closer to him as he spooned you. "mmm.. cozy."
you nodded in response. this was very cozy. of course, and and him had only played trading card games for shits and giggles while it rained, but the rain made a perfect atmosphere for cuddling with him.
itto felt a brush against his bicep, his eyes fluttering open to watch you knead his arms as you turned to face him. your face was warmly nuzzled into his chest while you grabbed and rubbed his strong arms and built muscles. he shimmied his long overcoat off, wrapping his arms around you again.
"d'you remember when you had to get me out of trouble with kujou chicken that one time? it was pretty funny, not gonna lie..." he muttered, chin resting atop your head. "yeah..." you purred, "but angry kujou sara isn't always fun to deal with. you'd know a thing or two, right?"
he hummed, patting your back and holding you closer to his chest. he was gonna squeeze you to death at that rate.
"i wanna smother you with kisses. can i do that?" a soft murmur leaving his lips.
"that wasn't part of the bet, itto, but ill let you. maybe just this once..."
he brought your chin up, his lips mere centimeters away from yours. itto pecked you on the lips, smiling foolishly, your hands leaving his arms as you pulled his face back to yours while you deepened his kiss.
like an anaconda, he squeezed you closer, having you succumb to his taste. his lips weren't enough. you pulled back, kissing on his chest and neck and arms, his face flushing hotter than before. itto grabbed the back of your neck, shoving your face closer to his neck as you kissed him.
"you're so cute, you know that?" itto had whispered. "i don't want you to stop what you're doing. i wanna keep you here and make you all mine. i just wanna cover you in my kisses and hold you so close. i- i think i love you... no- wait, i know i love you."
"itts..." he liked that nickname. you came up with it after he chased off those no-good treasure hoarders who were looking for a lick of whatever you had on you. you thanked him profusely and giggled. that was the first time you had ever hugged him so closely like that. "...i love you too."
he pressed you to him in silence, planting a small little kiss on your forehead. you could hear just how fast his heart was racing as his eyes were squeezed shut. his heart might just beat out of his chest. "you alright, itto?"
he gulped, a lump forming in his throat from nervousness. "yeah, i- im alright. don't you worry, got it?"
your legs became entangled with his, your hands brushing hair out of his face as he gave into his sleepiness. he was so peaceful when he was tired. his breathing softened and his muscles relaxed, his grip around you loosening.
you nuzzled your head underneath his chin again, kissing his throat and jawline, your soft touch lulling him even closer to sleep as the ambient rain fell. you, too, were getting sleepy.
"love you, itts." you had murmured against his neck, "good night."
hi love! i have had this idea for the longest time and i feel like you’re the only one who could pull off writing it . So
reader is a prostitute and itto is her favorite client . Like imagine the slight angst of having to do it with other people while thinking about him AND knowing he only goes to her to cool off . chefs kiss
it doesnt really have to be angst necessarily i love the filthy nsfw that you always di hehe i just thought itd be a great addition :D
i hope you like the idea and will consider writing it!!!!
you always hated "doing it" with other men, even if he could never love you.
"ah, fuck, baby you feel so good." he moaned through gritted teeth, baring his sharp fangs. you always desired to please him more than your other clients. the other boys who enjoyed your sultry actions, the promiscuous facade you put on.
you swore nobody would ever grow on you, but he did, none other than a foolish oni from hanamizaka. nobody kindled the flame burning within you much like he did, he was the ignition to you, the spark to a match.
often, you caught yourself wishing it was him, letting the flame and desire burn within you again while fucking other men. they were usually men with unsatisfactory wives, maybe even looking for an affair to spice up their boring lives.
nobody came close to how captivating arataki itto was. you could listen to his misadventures all day long, even if it was just after-sex talk, mindless chatter as he got himself together again, eventually leaving you while you desperately craved itto's warmth, his touch, right back on your skin.
his boyish and charming grin while meeting you, before he undressed you, he showed you what he could do, he enjoyed you in the moment, he left you. the dumb charisma that warmed your gut and deep into your bones, the silly nature of him made your heart flutter.
that same stupid-but-cute charm possessed by none other than the merciless oni who fucked you stupid on his cock, who used your abused pussy as if it were his own. even if he did fuck his dick into your stomach and make your insides churn more than they already did, this sex truly meant nothing to him.
you weren't special, no, you were just the only lady he fucked for fun, to let off steam. that was it. though you are pretty, he wouldn't be caught wooing a prostitute like you, of what use could someone like you be to him? you were probably helplessly devoted to the man who paid you best, even if it hurt to think about.
"itto," it had truly been a while since you last saw him, he gave you a smile and told you he wanted to make enough mora to pay you well, especially for the services you provided, custom-tailored for him, "would it be shameful if i told you how many times i've thought about you while having sex with other men?"
"you think of me?" you slapped his cock against your face.
"yeah," you gave a few kitten licks to his tip, "only way i can make myself cum without you."
he sighed. "i- i hate to tell you this but i," he ran his hand through his thick, white hair as you rubbed his shaft a bit, "this is really just... casual. i don't think we have anything between us, baby."
your eyes stung. you were willing to take what you could get from him, even if it means he could never be yours. it hurt to swallow down your tears and your shame with a thick wad of saliva.
"but- you... you make me feel alive, itto. i can't live without you." you sobbed. you were nothing but a filthy prostitute, what made you think you had a shot with him? was it because he was an idiotic delinquent? surely you underestimated him.
"hon, i only pay you to fuck me, okay? i- i- i don't want any of... this. you and i, we both know i only use you, that's what your job is."
you sniffled and nodded, continuing to suck itto off without another word. things became tense and silent, you figured this would probably be the last time you ever saw him.
he drew in a long breath, his load being shot onto your face and in your mouth, the idea of him never seeing you still lingering in your mind.
"at least fuck me one last time before you go," you whisper.
"i won't... go. i probably just won't see you for a while. but- i'll still fuck you." bittersweet words leaving his mouth as he let you straddle him.
"let me fuck the idea that i'll leave you out of your head, 'kay? i won't leave you, 'specially when your pussy 's just this good..." he moans as he bottoms out inside of you, churning your insides with ease.
a shiver sends up your spine as his hands guide your hips up and down on his fat cock, pussy aching with delight. it always felt so terribly good when he stretched you out so embarrassingly like this. "feels so... good,"
"i know, baby, can't come without thinking of me. needy bitch, wanting to squirt all over me..." his thumb rubbed your clit in a circular motion, the little bud growing more sensitive with each flick. tears stung your eyes as his tip kissed your cervix multiple times.
"ah- ah, ah," you covered your mouth to prevent any more moans from falling out, drunk off of the sensation his cock was giving to you, an intoxicating feeling you could never get tired of.
"you gonna think of this moment too when you get fucked by those scummy assholes?" you nodded your head, letting a desperate moan out as he humiliated your pussy, defiling it for every other bastard that sees it.
your tears flowed as he rocked your hips, letting you cum unexpectedly as he fucked you throughout your orgasm carelessly. your cheeks burned, skin needing his touch all over it as he never gave you what you want. you always gave him what he wanted, but as his pace grew erratic, more choked sobs left your lips, drool dribbling from your chin as he thrusted his fat cock into you.
"baby gonna come again, yeah? you gonna squirt all over my dick and milk me dry? oh, i know you're good at that, mhm. c'mon, bitch, milk my cock dry."
he howled as he let his hips bottom out, load released inside of you, heat pooling deeply in your gut as you lose sense of everything. it feels too good to be let go. you could beg him not to, plead for you to become his favorite whore in the whole wide world right now. at least, incoherently.
"why don't you lay here, let all these other disgusting bastards see that you're my little cocksleeve. does that sound fun?"
uh, so, i kind of messed up babe please pick me up @light679
"you don't miss them if you're thinking of me, yeah?"
it hurt. it hurt a lot. you always thought of them.
itto brushed a bit of hair out of your face, your head propped against his chest.
itto patted you on the back, pulling you closer within his embrace. "shh, shh. they aren't worth your tears, you know that, right? like, you do... actually... know..."
you nodded.
"do you.. want a fist bump? to lighten your mood, y'know, ahahah..." he offered awkwardly, "im not very good at this whole..., er, 'comforting,' thing."
you sniffed, attempting to clear your runny nose, and raised a fist.
"haha!" he bumped his large fist with yours. "BAM!! now that was awesome!!" he grinned.
his grin was always cute. it tickled your heart a little, a smile creeping up onto your face.
"oni, you're better at comforting than you think you are."
"oh, r-really? i guess i could add that to my resume! wait, wait, how does this sound?" he clears his throat, "arataki "the best therapist in all of inazuma" itto!!"
"it sounds cute." you purred.
"no, no, it shouldn't sound cute! it should sound... er... fearsome!! like, oh, haha, I AM THE GREATEST IN ALL OF TEYVAT!!"
"shouldn't it sound comforting?" you squeaked.
he blinked at you, processing like an outdated computer.
"i guess it should." he said, slumping down and ruffling your hair, "im glad you stopped crying though?"
"i did. thank you, itto." you nuzzled deeper into his chest, swaddling the blanket around you again.
a warm, red blush creeped onto his face. "uh, y-yeah. ive got you covered..."
he pulled you into his lap, the oni's arms wrapped around you.
"can i... kiss you? uh, now that you're single, of course, but you can always say no."
"yes, itto, you can kiss me."
you were met with ittos lips, his hand coming up to grasp your cheek.
"you're lucky inazuma's best beetle gladiator kissed you, y'know." he grinned foolishly, pulling away from the kiss you just melted into.
"itto," you whined.
"hm? whaaat, do ya want... more of my kisses? oh yes you do!! you want some more of my kisses!" he squished your cheeks together and spoke to you in the tone you would use speaking to a cat.
"muaah!" he kissed you again, a peck on the lips, finally letting go of your cheeks, which were starting to hurt.
"i love you, itto." you had no clue where that came from, but it was true. you loved the way he made your heart flutter.
"love ya too, silly. ill always be here if you need me, just holler, and ive gotcha!"
— itto has been hurt before. moving on takes time. | angst
i look at him and i realize, "why hasn't anyone ever loved you?"
he puts my hand on his face as i stare blankly, the light left the room feeling desolate. it was quiet, but if i really paid attention, i could hear him breathing and crickets in the distance.
"what's wrong?" he croaks, looking at me. he can see me better than i can see him. i can only really see him in my memories, there the sun shines as bright as his face when i am around.
"itto," i look blankly at him, "why hasn't anyone ever loved you? what made the world decide to be so cruel to you?"
he turns onto his back, i take my hand back. itto sighs. his eyes are shut, his large hand resting on his bare chest, sweat glossing his forehead as the moonlight shines in through the broken blinds.
"i'm not sure. i ask myself that a lot. i ask a god who never answers. i still decide to move on, to show the world that i'm happy with the things i've always hoped for."
he's right.
"i've been kicked out, told that i am a nuisance, i lost everyone i had loved. i'm lucky to have you, to be alive. to have the people i have now, even if they don't appreciate me the way i do." he looked back at me again, sentimentally, eyes glistening. "i guess i'm trying to say that i love you. i love having you around. the world is cold, but you make me warm. sorry- is that a bit too cheesy?"
i shake my head. "no, it isn't."
"okay. cool." itto turns away again, his back and shoulders are facing me. they're covered in scars, some of which may be from childhood. i trace them, fingers etching smooth, imaginary lines on his backside. they look like they were painful hits, but i, myself, am surprised at how itto can be so mature at times.
i guess we should all move on from the pain caused in the past. we've come a long way now, haven't we?
