Itto x trans male reader (has had top surgery, T but not bottom surgery), basically theyre in a hotspring at night and itto sees readers chest scars and asks about them, and reader tells itto hes trans. Reader gets up to go do something after talking for w him for a bit but slips and falls right on top of ittos lap, oni dick between the thighs, and yeah sexy time 🌭 basically from fluff to nsfw cuz i just roll like that. Anyways love u and ur writing!!
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ಌ heat: itto x transmasc!reader
ಌ theme: after explaining your chest scars to him, you slip and fall right into his oni trap !
ಌ cw: 18+ NSFW, transmasc reader, no pronouns used just gendered terms!, clit referred to as a cock, fluff to smut, (semi-public sex) hot spring sexy time yeaahhh, no thoughts only itto oni cock, itto is very nice (and shy) at first then he goes feral hehe, size difference, reverse cowgirl position, fingering (reader receiving), slight hint at belly bulge? not sure?, do not dirty the water just cum inside!, (enough of the funky cw), solo read + solo edited, cross-posted on AO3
ಌ wc: 3.1k
ಌ notes: hello anon! this was just pure porn… but you guys probably want that, right? who wouldn’t, especially with itto!! thank you for the ask ! :D
It had been a long day of running around, doing commissions, and bumping into random enemies along the way. To say you were tired was an understatement. You were so sure you could sleep for a whole decade, and the aches you were experiencing were horrible, all you could think about was stepping into the hot springs for a soak. It was night time by the time you were finished, and you knew the public baths would be empty. This would be the safest time to go… Especially with no disturbances. No questions, no one to bug you. You could comfortably be there and relax, as it’s intended purpose.
By the time you had soaked for no longer than 5 minutes, you heard heavy footsteps from within the wash and changing area. Wishing you could sigh out loud, you peek with one eye, head hung low to see who it was stepping in. At this hour, especially at an hour that is normally dead, you really wished nobody would come. Of course, it turned out to be someone you enjoyed the company of. A certain Oni came strutting in, hair slicked back from the pre-wash and a towel hung low on his hips, he beamed when he realised it was you. A bright smile. Blindingly cheerful for this time of the night, you sigh with a smile.
“Yo! I didn’t expect you to be here, Y/N.” With a small wave, he steps politely, despite his size, into the bath not far from you. You had to look away, his towel riding up a little too far for your liking and it exposing everything. Coughing, you return the comment back, not exactly expecting anyone to be here. He was beaming at you, eyes like crescents, happy that he was able to run into you albeit the hot springs of all places. A lot of idle chat went on, with you explaining what you had been up to since you both last spoke. Everything he spoke of was just pure mischief. Per usual. Of course, the ‘one and oni’ Arataki Itto was causing bother, but that’s to be expected. He did help a lot, and he was amazing to be around, but he did cause a lot of trouble along the way. You’d laugh at all the stories he had to tell, especially the ones about his own drumming event he held not too long ago. Speaking of how he managed to get the Ms. Hina cardboard cutout (he stole it), and how he has been treasuring it since. He didn’t seem to miss a beat when speaking with you, always fired up but always respectful to how tired you looked. The water would wave every now and then, when he flailed his arms excitedly before apologising, as well as giving off that bright laugh of his.
“I’m curious… What are those scars under your pecs? They look badass! You get ‘em from fighting something here? Or didya fight something in Liyue… Or, OR… That giant worm thing down in that chasm perhaps?!” He was genuinely intrigued and excited about where you’d gotten the scars, so it didn’t bother you that he was asking. This was the first time he had seen you, well, naked. And for that matter… Topless. You never took any of this off, in fear of a bigot realising and the conversation going south. However, you knew it was fine to tell Itto this information, and even explain it if you had to. So, you chuckle at him in response.
“No, Itto… They aren’t those type of scars.”
“If they aren’t from battling… Then are they surgical scars? You got a dodgy lung or somethin’?? Smoking is bad, yknow! You really gotta look after yourself in this day and age, gotta keep yourself healthy, what with all them bad guys out there.” You laugh, maybe a little too loudly, from his rambling and worries. You were happy he was so concerned; happy he was worrying in case they were from something bad. These scars were life saving at least, in a way, something that was part of your identity. You calm yourself down from your laughing fit, wiping your eye from a stray tear, turning yourself fully towards him.
“Uhhh no, I don’t smoke. You’re right about them being surgical scars, but it’s because I’m… I’m transgender, Itto.” He smacked a closed fist into the palm of his other hand, his mouth forming an ‘o’ shape before smiling from ear to ear, a tint of red dancing across his cheeks.
“I heard about this kind of thing from Gorou! They’re really cool scars to have man, but I also found out you gotta be careful with those in the sun, make sure you put that ointment stuff on them, or you’ll get bad burns, y’get me?” Grinning back at him, you knew he’d have a good reaction to it all… He took it better than some other people you know. Itto wasn’t stupid, some would call him a himbo, but in situations like these he was 100% not one. He had a far greater sense of empathy for others. He’s headstrong and kind, willing to understand the things he’d never heard of before and love his friends all the same despite the differences. After all, he was the biggest difference in comparison to a lot of your friends, and the biggest to be shunned for being different. It would be a little weird of him not to accept those outside of what was considered “normal”. You thank Gorou for having this type of talk with him, and you guess the reasoning was because you came up in conversation between the two. He spoke about a lot more, mostly random things he plans this week or some things that were just random to keep the conversation going.
Itto used his arms and hands to emphasise his words a lot, and this did not help your drifting attention from his words to his arms, or muscles. He was explaining an explosion that had happened once, or you assumed that’s what he was going on about from the sound effects coming from his mouth, and you couldn’t help but gawk at him whenever his arms flexed, especially with the way his muscles would ripple now and again. You couldn’t tear your eyes away. Having always observed other guys to see how they presented themselves, just so you could replicate, but in comparison to them all… Itto was truly on a whole other level. You felt like you were looking at some Greek statue, the pure definition in his muscles and especially the peeking view of his deep-set v-line downwards was remarkable. This began one thought after another about other areas of his physique, especially where else his red markings went. Eyes travelling lower than you’d have liked, you shook your head, snapping yourself out of it. Itto questioned if you were alright, with a slight smirk on his lips. You don’t know if he caught you, but even if he had, you decided to lie. Lying by saying you needed to get out of the hot springs, that you were starting to feel really dizzy. Itto went to stand to help you out, but you ended up slipping, taking him back down with you. Panicked, you landed slightly into his lap, and he held you by the waist to make sure you didn’t slip any further and hurt yourself. If what you were doing before was gawking, then you hadn’t a word for what you were doing now. His large hands were massive in comparison to, well, everywhere. Whilst you were panicking internally, whilst also thanking the gods for never actually giving you the gender you were in your head (because you would be bricked up badly right now), Itto was too busy asking if you were okay.
Okay was far from it. You had felt it. It, aka his fucking monster of a third leg, was sandwiched between your thighs like a damned hotdog. Itto was big, there was no doubt about it. Hell, everything about him was big, muscle, height… You just weren’t expecting this. That he was actually packing down there too, and the towel covering him was long gone after you both had a small tumble. Not only was the size noticeable, but the red markings did, in fact, reach all the way to there. What’s more, he had small bumps, ridges almost, along the shaft. Not that you could fully see it in the milky water, but it’s what you could feel. Your head was spinning a mile a minute, and Itto was only trying to see if you were alright, trying to get you both out if you were truly dizzy. Only now was when you were actually dizzy. Hot from the fact that you were both in this position, that this situation happened in an empty public bath. Apologising finally, you were about to move, but both hands of his kept you in place. You finally looked at his face, and a wide set of pinks and reds dashed along his face, travelling to his ears as well as his neck, clearly just as embarrassed by the current predicament you were both in.
“I-Itto, sorry, I−”
“C-… Could I… Kiss you?” The heat from the hot springs didn’t help, trying to mentally process the words Itto had just said to you. Words wouldn’t come out, your mouth opening and closing.
“Sorry, I shouldn’t have asked that, I must have misunderstood your stares… You wanted to get out, right?”
“NO! No, I… Sorry. My brain is still trying to catch up... You- you can.” Sighing, you place your forehead on his, with your eyes shut. There was no movement for a good while, so you peeked one eye open, and Itto had his eyes shut too, squeezed shut. So, you decided to push forward instead, giving a light peck to the corner of his mouth in hopes of giving him some confidence, and it did. He beamed, not expecting you to do it first. You assumed he was psyching himself up after accidentally letting it slip that he wanted to kiss you. He was rough at first, not really knowing how to kiss you, but he eventually got the hang of it. Not too rough but not too soft either, he was touching you delicately, tugging you gently into his lap. You couldn’t really sit, his obvious growing erection digging in between your legs, so you tug on his bottom lip and look at him through lidded eyes. A hand of his travels to smooth over one of your ass cheeks, giving it a little squeeze, which makes you jump.
“Should we… I mean− C-could we…?” Grabbing the hand on your waist, with Itto looking visibly confused, you notice that his nails had recently been cut and you nod in approval.
“We can, well, since your nails are tidy…” Somehow, this gave him a new wave of confidence, and he flips you around. By the looks of it, he put you into a reversed cowgirl position, and his hands were quick to roam all over your chest and abdomen. An arm wraps around your waist, and he held you there, the other hand inching towards the area you wanted him to touch the most. He smoothed two fingers over your cock to test the waters, which gave him the most angelic sound he’d ever heard coming from your mouth, so he did it again and again. Switching to small tugs, and more rubbing, you were sure you’d tip over the edge.
“I-Itto…” Leaving little bites to the back of your neck, sucking on the juncture between your neck and shoulder, in attempt to leave evidence that the great Itto had been there. Breathing erratically with every move of his, you kept your legs spread for him, to give him easy access. He appreciated this greatly, moving his fingers down to leave ghost touches, circling your hole. Before, he seemed so nervous, like he had never touched another person in his life like this… But he was proving you wrong alright. It only started to click that he was nervous with you, and not at doing this act of closeness. Slowly, he begins to open you up, one thick finger pushing its way into you. Getting you used to it at first, he’s gentle and continuously asks if you’re okay, tickling your ear with every whisper. He’s incredibly skilled with his fingers, not missing a single beat with the way he thrusts a singular finger into you, not missing any little praises he says into your ear. You lean your head back, letting out little moans with every curl of his fingers, pushing you just over the edge each time.
“Shhhh, you know you need to be quiet… We’re still in the public bath.” He bites the lobe of your ear, sinking another finger into you, humming at the whine you had to trap in your throat. Watching the way his fingers disappear into you, he kisses your cheek, and then the corner of your mouth. Sweet. That’s the one word you could describe him with right now, as he’s careful to be gentle with you. He knows himself that he’s bigger than others, so he’s sure to take care with you, especially the height difference between a normal human and his Oni self. He stretches his fingers apart, scissoring, pushing, and curling his fingers, pulling any type of reaction from you, grinning when you let a small noise out but trying to silence yourself by biting your lip. When he tries a third finger, he only manages to get halfway in before you start whining for him to hurry up… And he’s too quick to agree. Lifting you up by the backs of your thighs, he lines you up, pushing the head into you.
“Remember, we have to be quiet… Okay? Shhh.” You move your head to the side to look at him, and he’s quick to kiss you, to keep you quiet enough as he sinks you down onto him. You scrunch your eyes closed, trying to keep your composure, and trying to keep as quiet as you could. Inch by inch, you felt like it would be impossible. It felt like he was hitting your stomach already, but he was still lowering you down so there was still more to fit into you. If that was possible was another thing, and you couldn’t help but jolt at every new (what you started calling as) ‘oni-dick-bump’ that entered you.
“I’m at my limit, sorry in advance.” Before you could question, Itto parted from you, licking your bottom lip before slamming into you. One hand placing itself on your mouth and the same arm as before wrapping around you, hand placing itself around here his head reaches inside of you.
“I should be right around here… See? Do you feel it?” Whispering this into your ear, you had to stop yourself from cumming right there and then. Who knew Arataki Itto could be so cunning? It was almost as if he was purposely trying to get you to be loud, to let it be known what was happening in the public bath at night. You weren’t going to let him win though, he may have gained confidence from your consent earlier, but that doesn’t mean he should start getting cocky. Deciding to knock him down a few pegs, or to see how he reacts, you decided to deny feeling him inside of you.
“Mmh… No. I don’t feel you at ah−” He pushed two fingers into your mouth, holding your tongue between them before giving you little to no mercy down below. Tightening his hold around your waist, he brutally thrusted into you time and time again, suddenly uncaring for how loud you were. It seemed as though you had awoken something within him, something of fierce nature.
“This should help you… Maybe it’ll make your body unforgetting of my shape too−” The last three words he spoke in time with his thrusts, unrelenting but willing to pull every single noise from you. At this point, he wanted you to be loud, and it was clear he wanted you both to be quiet in respect for the hot spring owners. But… That was entirely out of the window. You drooled down his fingers, and you were sure tears were running down your face. It felt way too good to be real… It had to be a dream. You felt his upper thighs tense with every push he did upwards into you, his arm around you tensing and the fingers in your mouth slackening and then tightening themselves around your tongue, somehow forgetting he was trying to keep up with everything all at once without losing into his own pleasure. You started tightening yourself around him as well, trying to remind him it was a two-of-you thing… Not just a you thing.
Pulling his fingers from your mouth, he uses the same hand to hold your jaw, directing your face to his so that he could kiss you again. It was messy, uncaring for keeping things proper and nice for your first time together, showing each other how much you had been wanting the other. Your teeth clashed with his plenty of times, your tongues dancing and it just being an overall mess with copious amounts of saliva escaping or slurping between the two of you. You felt that he was beginning to pull out, so you bit his lip in protest.
“Let’s… Not dirty the water. We’ve done enough of that, just do… Nn- Do it inside−” With no word of warning, he slammed into you a few more times before releasing, a hand slithering down to rub and tease your cock until you cum as well. Staying like that for a few minutes, the heat and everything was finally getting to you, especially after the ride of your life that Itto gave you.
“S-sorry, I got a bit carried away there. I-I’ll do it properly next time if you’ll let me…” He turned towards you, not pulling out, only to see you passed out on his shoulder. He panics, pulling you both out of the water to get you to a seat not far from the bath area, pulling out of you, and then fanning you with the nearest piece of plastic how found to get you to cool down. Shaking you, only for you to groan at him and then sigh. He was feeling awful, but you placed a hand on his cheek and smiled.
“Use that oni strength next time when we’re not in a public hot spring… Okay?”
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