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“O-of course I’m not a virgin!”
Itto practically squeals in response to your accusations, face as crimson as his horns and arms crossed over his chest. He simply cannot allow himself to look like a loser - especially not in front of you, his biggest crush since childhood.
“Oh really,” you tease, “And who’s the lucky girl, then?”
Itto’s eyes widen as he realizes that he hasn’t thought the details through.
“She’s- you don’t know her! She’s from, uh… she’s from Liyue, and we used to meet in secret! That’s why no one knows her!”
You sigh.
“Itto.. I’ve known you for years. I can tell when you’re bluffing.”
“I- I am not! I am The One and Oni Itto, remember? Girls are practically throwing themselves at me all the time, sometimes I struggle to fend them off, I mean-“
“Well, that’s a shame,” you cut him off, “I could have given you a hand with that, but it seems like you don’t need my help.”
“Of course, I never need any he-” Itto’s body freezes as he realises what he just heard, his brain struggling to process what you just said. The world around him seems to stop for an instant, all noise drowned out by the heartbeat pounding in his ears.
“Wait, what… what did just you say?”
“I said I could have helped you lose your virginity, but it seems like you don’t need my help after all. Too bad, it could have been a nice birthday gift.”
Itto swallows. Hard.
“Is this a prank? I swear, if it is-”
“It’s not,” you reassure, your tone now a little softer. “All it would take is for you to admit that you’re a-”
“Okay, okay!” Itto squeaks, a hand flying to your mouth to shut you up, “And lower your voice, jeez!”
***
Among many secrets, one thing that Itto has never confessed is that he’s fucked his fist many, many times thinking about you. So when you finally close the door of your apartment behind you, the sounds of Inazuma city reduced to nothing but a muffled ringing in the distance, the feeling of his heart slamming against his chest doesn’t exactly come as surprise.
He’s known you for ages, and yet everything about you now suddenly seems so foreign and new that he catches himself holding his breath as he watches you lock the door. But the moment you finally turn to him and give him a warm smile, all his nervousness melts away, leaving him completely ridden with desire and disbelief.
How many times has he dreamed about this? Even the thought of pressing his lips against yours makes him shiver. Of course you were only doing it as a birthday gift - there’s no way in hell someone like you could take an interest in him, right? He really has to make the best out of this situation, and he has to be quick, before you change your mind.
Itto’s eyes meet yours for a brief instant before he cups your face and closes the distance between your bodies, pressing himself against you. Despite your difference in height and the fact that he has to crane his neck to reach you, he manages to make your lips collide in a sloppy kiss, almost headbutting you in the process because of his eagerness. His lips are unexpectedly soft, moulding against yours with an urgency that makes you think he’s gonna swallow you up. Your hands card through his wild mane gently, occasionally rubbing soothing circles on his horns with your thumbs in an attempt to calm him down and make him slow down the pace at which his tongue is exploring your mouth.
“Relax, Itto,” you whisper, barely able to finish the sentence as his arms snake behind your legs and lift you up. You yelp in surprise at his enthusiasm, and swiftly wrap your legs around his waist; the Oni is already painfully hard the moment your clothed core rubs against his hips, barely biting back a moan that threatens to escape his lips.
He places you on the kitchen counter, positioning himself between your legs and making sure everything is okay by exchanging a quick glance with you before pressing another messy kiss onto your lips. His hands are now roaming everywhere, squeezing the plush of your thighs and the small of your waist, but still too shy to trail where you want him the most.
“Here, Itto,” you whisper, and grab one of his huge hands to place it on the globe of your left breast. He lets out a slurred curse and closes his hand around it, careful not to scratch you with his claws. The feeling of your stiffened peak against his palm, despite the layer of clothing between your skin and his, shoots a jolt of pleasure straight to his dick as he grows needier by the second.
His kiss becomes even sloppier, his mind too occupied with processing the new feeling to be able to focus on two things at once. Still not satisfied with his reactions, you decide to wrap your legs around his waist pull your hips flush to his, grinding your core against the hardness in his pants.
A high-pitched whine escapes his lips, pleasure intense enough to make him hazy and forcing him to bury his face in the crook of your neck.
“Fuck”, he moans, but once he gets used to the feeling he’s quick to shamelessly start rubbing his growing bulge against you.
“Easy, big boy,” you coo, gently patting against his chest. He grunts in disapproval as you pull away from his lips, embarrassment settling in as realises he might have been getting a little too carried away.
“I’m sorry, I – this is really fucking hot, y’know?” he pants, completely breathless and biting his lip to keep himself from assaulting your mouth again and resuming your heated makeup session. You chuckle in response and trail your hands up his chest.
“Let’s get these clothes out of the way, hmm?”
Itto tries to keep himself composed, but you can clearly feel his pectoral muscles tense up underneath your fingers at the sound of your words. Your fingers hook underneath his crop top and wrestle him out of his it, revealing toned shoulders and the rest of the crimson marks on his chest.
Your fingertips trace his red Oni markings as you take your time to study the pattern, eyes glimmering in pure adoration while admiring how handsome he is.
“Like what you see?”, he asks cockily, but you’re quick to shut him up by yanking him into a rough kiss by his collar.
A sudden rush of adrenaline and excitement courses through his veins, rendering his mind blank for an instant as he claws at your shirt and tears it away in one single motion. What he isn’t expecting is you not wearing anything underneath it.
“S-shit,” he groans, completely caught off guard as he takes in the view of your naked chest, mouth agape in disbelief. His eyes lay on your breasts, desperately trying to memorize its shape, fullness, and the shade of pink of the stiffened peaks that he’s just dying to suck. He’d be lying if he said that he’d never imagined you like that – in fact, he’s fucked into a pillow so many times at the thought of you lying naked underneath him, breasts bouncing at every thrust as you moan his name, that the sight is almost familiar to him. Only a thousand times better.
He’s so enthralled by the view that touching you doesn’t even cross his mind until you gently grab his trembling hands, placing them on your chest and encouraging him to squeeze. A low, guttural grumble escapes his lips as he starts kneading the fullness of your mounds, the feeling being almost intense enough to make him forget about the strain of his cock against his pants.
“Whoa, these are… something else!” he marvels, but the words die in his throat at the feeling of your knuckles brushing against the skin of his lower belly. Looking down in surprise, he gasps at the view of your hands working on his belt, taking a step back to give you more access as his hands keep massaging your tits. His cock springs free moments later, the feeling of the cold air hitting his wet tip making him hiss.
“What the fuck, Itto,” you squeak in surprise, observing the cute red ring that decorates his thick shaft. Soft tufts of grey hairs rest at the base, creating the beautiful color contrast that identifies him.
Your index finger hooks in the metal ring of his choker, pulling him closer to you so your hand can reach his cock and wrap around it.
Itto shudders in pleasure, summoning all of his self control to not cum on the spot. You, on the other hand, are almost drooling as you notice the full inch separating your fingers from touching - given his height and the broadness of his shoulders, his size doesn’t exactly come as a surprise, but is nonetheless astounding.
“Wha… hnnngh.. what is it?”
“You’re HUGE, that’s what it is.”
His cock twitches at the compliment. You start stroking him slowly, trying to get him used to the feeling of having someone else take care of him.
It’s a rather pleasant sight – the One and Oni Itto, the Almighty Arataki, always so loud and boisterous, rendered a complete mess by the mere touch of your hand. You drink up his moans as you watch his face scrunch up in pleasure, cheeks flushed and hands desperately grasping at whatever he can find.
“You look so pretty, Itto”, you coo, placing soft kisses on his face while stroking him. Had he been in his right mind he would have probably protested at the word “pretty”, but right now he can’t bring himself to do anything except blabber nonsense and rut his hips in your hand. His moans get increasingly more high-pitched, mouth seeking yours for a rough kiss and hands trailing up your spread legs with urgency. The pads of his fingers start rubbing against your clothed sex, desperate to feel more of you.
“Oh?”
“I-I need to have you,” he growls, voice low and lips quivering with pleasure. It’s taking him all his strength to not manhandle you on all fours and fuck you there and then; his Oni instincts are powerful and his need is urgent, but even he knows he needs to prep you first – and it’s certainly not something he can do with his fingers, at least not this time.
Despite being completely overwhelmed by pleasure, Itto manages to grab your hand and removes it from his dick. He kicks away the pants that have pooled at his feet, then quickly falls to his knees before sliding his hands underneath your skirt and hooking two fingers in your underwear, unceremoniously dragging it down. He then loops one arm around your waist, throwing your legs over his shoulders and pulling your hips closer to his face, mouth open and fangs bare to see.
Your smell intoxicates him to the point of blinding his other senses; his tongue lolls out of his mouth as he starts experimentally lapping at your folds, enjoying the new sensation of the meat of your pussy against his lips. His index and middle finger pry your lips apart to give his tongue more access to your core, but it’s clear that he doesn’t have a clue regarding what he’s trying to achieve.
You grab his horns, nudging him away for a second. His mouth leaves your pussy with a whimper.
“Here, Itto”, and your fingers replace his to spread your lips further, revealing your sensitive nub to him. The Oni briefly glances at you with an apologetic look, then resumes his ministrations with enthusiasm, at times ceasing to give attention to your clit to messily tongue fuck you with uncoordinated movements.
He’s sloppy, not nearly skilled enough to even get you close to orgasming; but you don’t care, as there are going to be plenty of other times for him to perfect his technique. Your hands reach for the handles of the kitchen cabinets above you, allowing leverage for you to rut your hips more flush to his mouth and let him have his fun.
It’s only when you open your eyes to look at the wild mess of hair and horns buried between your legs that you notice his shoulder moving in a steady rhythm. Your eyes follow the angle of his arm, but the cabinet is blocking the view; you guess he’s been fucking into his fist this whole time, too aroused to resist the ache of his cock while eating you out.
“Itto,” you whisper, but he’s too caught up in lapping at your pussy and jerking himself off to even notice you’re talking. You try to nudge his head away from between your legs, but your attempt is met with an annoyed grunt.
“Itto, let’s go to the bedroom, come on."
The Oni raises his head. His chin and lips are covered in your slick in a sight that borders the obscene, his mouth agape trying to catch his breath. An apologetic grin splits his face.
“Alright,” he pants nervously, “Alright, alright. Sorry, heh”.
He’s quick to cage you underneath him with his arms the moment your body falls over the mattress, his enthusiasm once again getting the best of him. His frame is so overwhelmingly big that he has to hunch over you to kiss you. You wrap your legs around his waist, but he doesn’t dare to make to initiate the next move.
“Everything alright, Itto?” you ask, hands stroking his hair gently.
“Yeah, I… uh… are you sure you wanna do this?”
He swallows hard as you look at him with a confused look. But of course, you’d understand if he didn’t want to go all the way anymore - after all, tonight has already been a handful of new experiences and feelings for him.
“I just… I’m afraid I’ll hurt you or something. You’re a human, and you’re so… small compared to me, I…”
“It’s going to be fine, Itto,” you reassure him, tucking a loose strand of hair behind his ear.
“I promise you, I won’t break. And if at any point it hurts, I’m just going to tell you and we can stop, alright?”
Itto nods as he slowly reaches for his dick, hand trembling from excitement. His heart is jackhammering in his chest and his cock is dripping with an obscene amount of precum, throbbing in anticipation.
A string of half-choked curses leaves his mouth the moment his fat tip prods at your heat, sticky folds welcoming him and glazing him in your arousal. The stretch is already incredible and he’s barely an inch in, pleasure intense enough to make tears well up at the corners of your eyes. Itto’s mind goes completely blank as he slowly plunges more of himself inside you, the feeling of your warm wetness around him making his eyes roll to the back of his head and groan shamelessly.
He bottoms out with one last experimental roll of the hips, the drag of his thickness along you making him growl in a way that you’ve only heard when he’s fighting. By now, his thought process has gotten completely incoherent – not only he’s blabbering utter nonsense, but the first ruts of his hips against yours are a mess of uncoordinated spasms more than anything.
“Itto, uh… are you okay?”, you tentatively ask, also not completely lucid.
“I’m… I’m not hurting you or anything, right? Oh gods…” he slurs, practically drooling.
“Not at all, could you… could you move a little bit faster, please?”
You angle your hips differently, jerking them slightly upwards and allowing him to drive himself deeper. A loud moan escapes your lips the moment his tip prods at your cervix, pleasure completely overwhelming your senses.
“I… fuck, I really don’t think I can, I’m… so sorry… aaaah…. you feel so good…”, he groans, hands gripping your hips for stability as he tries to synchronise your movements. The news doesn’t exactly come as unexpected – it’s his first time after all, and he’s already exceeded your expectations in other ways.
“Oh, it’s… it’s fine, you can… hnggh… come if you want”, you whine.
Itto curses himself for his lack of stamina, but the sight of you completely ridden by the pleasure his cock is providing you is just too overwhelming for him. Not only that, but the sounds that you’re making are music to his ears and you just feel too good, so damn arousing, he can’t really –
“I’m about to cum-” he slurs, and swiftly pulls out of you, much to your dismay. Disgruntled and feeling empty, the only thing you can do is witness the show in front of you: the gigantic Oni has his mouth agape in pleasure and his eyes squeezed shut as he gives himself a last couple of strokes, a powerful orgasm hitting him and making him come with a loud growl. Spurts of cum hit his chest and abdomen, one last powerful shudder tearing through his body. Exhausted, he finally collapses onto the bed beside you, careful not to stain your bedsheets with his fluids.
“I’m so sorry,” he whimpers, crimson puppy eyes apologetically looking at you. He’s flustered and embarrassed, but he really shouldn’t be. You pepper his face in kisses, following the path of his red Oni markings up to his jaw.
“It’s okay, baby~” you coo, gently removing a few strands of hair sticking to his forehead.
“Round two?” he grins, his energy already getting back to him.
“I’m afraid you’ve already redeemed your coupon for this birthday, Itto. But don’t worry, you still have many birthdays ahead of you”, you mock.
“Wha- wait a minute! This isn’t what we agreed on!!!”
“I’m just kidding, dummy. Come here.”