wandering

Your eyes widen upon realizing you had been staring for quite a while and hadn’t noticed that he had opened his eyes. You pull your knees together before muttering brazenly, “I do. But I can’t see it all, in fact, one of the parts I love is hidden under the water.”

“Damn, you already want me again? This morning wasn’t enough for ‘ya?” his tone drips with delight as he offers you his hand, “C’mere,” he says, grinning as you take his hand. He pulls you into his lap as the water sloshes from your movements. You place your hands on his shoulders to steady yourself while your legs curled underneath you, sitting on top of his thighs. He looks down at you with a mixture of love and lust.

Wasting little time, his hands grasp your face, bringing your lips to his in an intense kiss. His tongue pushes against your closed mouth, and you open obediently, letting him greedily get a taste of you as his hands fall from your face to trace your figure. While his tongue makes claim to your mouth, his hands make claim to your body, feeling every little callous that decorates his palms and fingers. He stops at your breasts, cupping them with his hands as he breaks the kiss to mutter against your parted lips, “So perfect, as always.” You preen under his words, any hints of self-consciousness vanishing from his praise alone. Now finished massaging your breasts, one of his hands falls between your legs while the other takes your nipple between his index finger and thumb, careful not to scratch you with his long dark nails as he twists and pulls gently, enamored by the sounds he could bring out of you. Still playing with your nipple, his other hand begins to thumb over your clit as you wiggle underneath his touch. He leans close to your face, nibbling at the curve of your jaw before reminding you with breathy words, “You can move, y’know? I know you were checking me out with your eyes, but if you wanna actually feel the Itto bod, then go ahead, baby.”

Shakily, your hands slip from his shoulders and down his arms, pleased that you get to touch the muscles you were eyeing earlier. You squeeze his tight biceps, following his red tattoos up his shoulders and down his chest, stopping to take the chance to grip, feel, and squeeze both his pecs. He mimics your movements, squeezing both your nipple and clit, a little chuckle escaping him as you gasp from the feeling. “You like my chest as much as I like yours, huh?” he asks with a happy grin on his face.

“Mmmhm,” you reply with a soft moan before swirling your fingers around his nipples in a circular motion. Finally, once you were done playing with his chest, you ran your hands down his abs, slowly tracing the outlines of each one before dipping under the water to his strong thighs. You take a hold of the base of his large cock, making note of how it felt near the same size as his bicep. His cock throbs as a needy whimper escapes him and he pushes his hips forward, thrusting into your hands. You trace upward along the shaft, feeling the subtle ridges that protruded from the center before circling the tip where thick, sticky precum had already started leaking and mixing into the hot springs. You feel him thrust against your hands again, his lip now trembling, and you feel pleasure in the form of a growing heat—like wildfire, spreading across your body from your lower abdomen from just rubbing the length of his leaking cock and imagining it inside of you.

While he plays with your clit, you continue to tease his length, until he’s full-on thrusting into your hands, unable to control his hips, panting at your mere touch. “Baby, fuck, baby I can’t wait any longer, I need to be inside you. Now.” Before you can respond, he moves you with ease so that your back was now against the stone wall. You parted your legs instinctively, resting them around his waist. “Your pussy’s already dripping for me, and the water will let me slip right in y’know?” he says with a wink, his cock already rubbing against your slit, craving to enter, “Ready to be stuffed again? Want it? Ask for it—ask for me to fuck you, lemme hear you beg for it.”

“Please Itto,” you whine while reaching down, pulling your pussy lips open for his viewing pleasure, “I want to feel you inside me already!”

“That’s good but,” he says while smacking his cock against your open lips, making you squirm, “I think you can do better.”

“P-please,” your voice shakes as you speak, desperate at this point to show him how badly you wanted him, “after this morning… I-I’ve been thinking about this all day long, how I felt so empty without you in me. All I wanted was to ride you all day long instead of doing anything else! Please, use me to get off and pump me full until my belly’s about to burst so I won’t be empty again!”

Itto shakes his head, thinking to himself how lucky he was to have you in his life. “Just… wow. Alright, alright, lemme give you your reward.” Your hips wiggle impatiently as he aligns himself to your entrance, unable to wait any longer. And he had no more patience left, ready to fuck you until you cried his name. He rubs his cock against your slit, making sure his tip rolls your clit around, coating it with a little bit of precum before aligning himself with your entrance. Your nails claw into his shoulders as he presses his tip into your hole, a low groan escaping him as you suck his tip in with no hesitation. You whine upon feeling the ridges rub against your walls as he slowly pushes inside of you, the increasing stretch causing hot tears to roll down your cheeks while he mutters curses under his breath upon seeing your face twist in ecstasy.

“Itto put it all in, I want—no—need it, keep going, keep…” Your demands turn into little mewls that his ears can’t get enough of. Doing as you said, he presses himself balls-deep within you in one quick motion, no longer able to keep up the slow pace without losing his mind. You buck your hips, letting out a scream as he groans in unison. It hurts so damn good, almost too good, and you wonder if you’re going to finish before he even begins. But you don’t have long to think before he begins pounding your tight little hole without giving you time to adjust, searching for your G-spot so that he can slam into it without mercy.

“Shit, your pussy’s gripping onto my dick, practically beggin’ for it to make you cum!” He makes sure to pull almost out entirely before thrusting back in at an intense speed, wanting to make sure you continue to feel his girth with every thrust so that your walls stretch to his size perfectly. Your pussy only tightens upon feeling him press his tip into your sweet spot, your toes curling and your voice cracking into a loud moan to let him know he had found it.

“Holy—you’re so deep!” you cry out, shutting your eyes tightly while holding onto his shoulders for dear life else you worried that you’d lose your senses entirely.

“What’cha say? Speak up, I can’t hear you over your pussy screaming for more!” he laughs, his heavy balls slapping against the curve of your ass with each thrust, the sounds of splashing water being drowned out by your screams and his low groans and breathy laughter. You feel his thrusts begin to slow down from the intense pace that he had set, “Or should I stop so I can hear ‘ya?”

“Don’t stop! Don’t you dare stop now or else!” you shout louder than you meant to, your hips trying to press against his cock to keep the friction. His response was a combined chuckle and moan, enjoying you writhing underneath him while begging for him to continue.

“As you wish, sweetie.” His hips slam up to meet your own, scrambling to pick the tempo back up once again. One of his hands leaves your waist to pat your lower abdomen, his nails scraping the skin slightly. “I’m gonna fill you up so much that your stomach will be full for weeks; make sure your hungry little cunt takes all my seed for me, ‘kay?” His hand then slips down to your clit, flicking the pink and puffy bean in time with his thrusts, watching with pleasure as you cuss underneath your breath.

He leans down, his hot breath and fangs pressing against your neck as he whispers, “Hey beautiful,” his voice, so warm and caring, almost made you feel like you were in bed just waking up and not being pounded into without pause, “lemme leave some marks so everyone who looks at you knows you’re Arataki Itto’s.” He runs his rough tongue across your neck while you nod wildly, thinking to yourself how fucking hot that sounded before feeling the sink of his teeth into the side of your neck. You let out a feverish groan along with Itto’s name, something that only causes him to bite down harder. A shiver runs down your spine as you wonder just how high you can get before reaching your limit—you were close to it, anyway, especially upon feeling his tongue drag across the side of your neck, writing his name around his teeth still in the side of your neck.

Relinquishing his grip now that his teeth marked his territory, he kisses and laps at the wound he left, his fangs now rubbing against you with every thrust. You decide to adjust your grip, letting go of his shoulders and leaving behind red scratch marks that would be seen for a while. Your fingers then tangle into his white hair, holding on tightly, while your other hand takes hold of one of his red horns. He lets out a low, animalistic growl against your neck, rutting against you with short yet deep thrusts. You quickly notice the difference in attitude upon touching his horns—words escape him as he begins thinking with his cock alone, the only sounds now coming from the oni were growls that made your pussy shudder—and, letting go of his hair, you begin rubbing both his horns, his eyes practically blanking from your actions and his cock throbbing within you. Your nails drag across his horns, scratching them slightly as his thrusts become sloppier than before, almost out-of-sync, and his moans were low, deep growls at this point. You flick the tip of one of his horns while rubbing the other, your body trembling upon feeling his cock ache within you, at the cusp of release, as were you—so close, so so close, a mixture of tingling electricity and melting heat that you just can’t take any longer.

Your voice quivers, pleasure dripping from your tone, “Itto, Itto I can’t—Itto, cum for me, cum for me, I need it—fuck, I need it so bad!” You take hold of both his horns in a tight grip, your legs squeezing around his torso upon feeling his release pour thick stands of his seed into your used pussy. You orgasm alongside him, your pussy pulsating around his length, the combined liquids proving to be too much as it begins to leak from your hole and onto his own balls before seeping into the water. The euphoria that falls over you leaves your vision fuzzy, the overstimulation of your walls making you feel every drop that he shoots, a noticeable bulge growing the more he pumps within you. Your hands shake before letting go, any strength you had zapped after your mind-shattering orgasm—but he catches you before you slip into the water, holding you against the stone wall and his body, pumping the last few drops within you with a growl while looking at your exhausted body with pride.