#itto drabble

Finally, the door creaked open, and there he was. His eyes immediately locked onto you, widening with surprise and darkening with desire as he took in the sight. His breath hitched, and for a moment, he seemed frozen in place, captivated by your allure.

“Happy birthday, Itto,” you purred, your voice a seductive whisper. You sauntered towards him, each step measured, every movement designed to tantalize.

“It’s already the best birthday ever,” he murmured, his gaze raking over you hungrily. His hands reached out, almost hesitant, as if he couldn’t quite believe his eyes.

You smiled, a slow, sultry curve of your lips. “It’s about to get even better,” you promised, taking his hand and guiding him towards the bed. 

You pushed him gently onto the bed, straddling his lap. 

His hands immediately found your hips, gripping you with a possessive need. “You look incredible,” he breathed, his voice thick with desire.

You leaned in, your lips brushing against his ear. “I’ve got a lot planned for you tonight,” you whispered, your breath hot against his skin. “And it starts with this.”

With a deft movement, you untied the sash of your robe, letting it slide off your shoulders and pool around your waist. 

His eyes widened, his hands tightening on your hips as he took in the sight of you in the sheer, lacy lingerie. “Dear archons, you’re beautiful,” he groaned, his voice rough. He leaned forward, capturing your lips in a fierce, passionate kiss. His tongue swept into your mouth, tasting, claiming, leaving you breathless.

You broke the kiss, your lips trailing down his jaw to his neck. “Just relax,” you murmured, your hands roaming over his broad chest, feeling the hard muscles beneath his shirt. “Let me take care of you.”

His eyes darkened further, a primal hunger in their depths. “You’re driving me crazy, Y/N,” he muttered, his hands sliding under your lingerie to grasp your bare skin.

“That’s the idea,” you teased, sliding off his lap to kneel between his legs. You unbuttoned his shirt with deliberate slowness, savoring the way his breath hitched with every touch. When you finally pushed the fabric off his shoulders, you leaned in, pressing soft, lingering kisses to his chest.

He groaned, his hands tangling in your hair as you kissed and licked your way down his chest, each touch eliciting a shiver of anticipation. You could feel his cock straining against his pants. Taking your time, you savored every reaction, every shudder and moan. With a deliberate slowness, you unbuttoned his pants, sliding them down just enough to free his rock hard cock. The sight of his shaft made your mouth water. You glanced up at him through your lashes, your lips curving into a seductive smile. Slowly, you leant in to take him into your mouth.

His reaction was immediate and intense. “Fuck,” he whispered through parted lips, his hips bucked, a guttural moan escaping his lips as you enveloped him with the warm, wet heat of your mouth. 

You worked him with slow, deliberate strokes, each movement designed to drive him wild. Hollowing your cheeks, you swirled your tongue around the mushroom head of his cock, tasting the salty essence of his precum and drawing more desperate sounds from deep within him.

Every groan, every quiver, spurred you on, the pleasure of his reactions sending a thrill through you. You increased the intensity, taking him deeper, your hands gently massaging and teasing his balls as you rubbed the underside of his shaft with your flexed tongue. 

Itto’s grip in your hair tightened, his breathing becoming ragged as he struggled to hold back. “Gods, you’re amazing, doll,” he gasped, his voice a raw, desperate plea. “Don’t stop.”

You had no intention of stopping. You continued your assault, feeling his dick pulse and throb against your tongue. The taste, the scent, the feel of him overwhelmed your senses, and you knew he was close as well. You were taking his tip all the way into your throat until you coughed and gagged on his shaft.

“Fuck,” he grunted, running the tip of his tongue along his lower lip as it went incredibly dry. Arataki could feel his testicles churning as if they wanted to send a hot load up his throbbing shaft already and down your throat into your tummy.

You slid him out slowly, your soft, moist tongue caressing every inch of his thick shaft as you pulled back just far enough to catch your breath. Then, with a fierce determination, you took him in your mouth again, even deeper this time, the intensity causing you to gag slightly, your body reacting with an involuntary shudder. Your top lip gripped the shaft firmly as you bobbed your head back and forth, sucking hardly.

Finally, he shattered, a powerful release that left him trembling and moaning your name as he spilled his seed over your tongue. 

You savored every moment, every drop of his cum, drawing out his pleasure until he was utterly spent. 

Slowly, you pulled back, licking your lips off his semen as you looked up at him, your eyes sparkling with satisfaction. Then, you disentangled yourself from his embrace, earning a sleepy murmur of protest from him.

“Wait… Where are you going?” Itto asked, his voice husky with lingering desire as he took his dick in his hand, jerking it slowly, spreading all of the remnants of your spit all over his shaft.

“Just a little surprise,” you replied with a teasing smile, slipping off the bed. “Stay right there.”

His eyes followed you with a mix of curiosity and anticipation as you crossed the room to retrieve a small, intricately wrapped box from the dresser. You returned to the bed, kneeling beside him and holding the box out.

He sat up, taking the box from your hands. Arataki carefully unwrapped the gift, revealing a sleek, black silk blindfold and a set of silver cuffs lined with soft velvet. He looked up at you, his eyes darkening with a mixture of surprise and excitement. “So that’s how you wanna play, doll?” he asked, his voice a low rumble.

“A little something to make tonight even more interesting,” you replied, leaning in to kiss him softly. “Do you trust me?”

“Always,” he murmured against your lips, his breath hot and inviting as he grunted lowly upon tasting his own cum on your tongue.

With a smile, you took the blindfold from his hands and tied it gently over his eyes. You then took his wrists, guiding him to lie back against the pillows as you secured the cuffs around them, attaching them to the headboard. 

He tested them lightly, a soft growl of anticipation escaping his lips.

You slowly stood up on your knees, letting your lingerie slide off your body, revealing yourself fully to him. You straddled his hips, your hands trailing over his chest. "Can you feel how much I want you?" you whispered, your voice laced with desire as you ground your slick pussy against his cock. You reached down, taking his hardened length in your hand, lining him up with your entrance. With agonizing slowness, you began to sink down onto his cock, your body enveloping him inch by inch. The sensation was intense, a delicious mix of pleasure and pressure as he filled your pussy completely. 

You both moaned in unison.

You paused, letting him feel every part of you, your breath hot against his skin as you leant forward to lick the stripe over the pulsepoint on his neck. Then you began to move, setting a slow, teasing rhythm, your hips rolling as you let his cock slip deeper into your slick hole. 

His reactions spurred you on, the blindfold amplifying his every sensation, every gasp and groan of pleasure.

"Do you like this, Itto?" you whispered, leaning forward to kiss his neck, your voice a sultry purr as you rolled your hips, letting the tip of his cock hit all of the sweet spots inside you.

"Yes," he groaned, his voice strained. "I love it. I love you."

You smiled, increasing your pace. Your hands roamed over his chest, feeling the muscles tense and relax beneath your touch. The pleasure was mounting, a fiery heat spreading through your body as you rode his cock with increasing intensity. You were riding him like a racehorse now.

Every movement brought you closer to the edge, his moans and the sound of your bodies slapping together driving you wild. You leaned back, putting your hands to his ankles and changing the angle, and felt him hit a spot deep inside you that made you cry out in pleasure. "Oh, Itto," you gasped, your voice trembling with need. "I'm so close." Itto’s dick felt like steel, and as you humped him, you made sure to direct it to all the right spots inside of your pussy.

"Come for me," he urged, his voice a low growl as he pulled at the cuffs. "Fuck, I need you to cum for me.”

His words pushed you over the edge. The orgasm crashed over you, a wave of pure ecstasy that left you trembling and gasping. Your movements became erratic, the pleasure overwhelming as you rode out your release. You grabbed his shoulders and dug your nails into them as you shivered all over your body. “Oh, fuck!”

Itto followed moments later, his own climax a powerful surge that left you both breathless as with a loud grunt he came deep inside of you. His cock pumped the contents of his balls into your tight pussy, making you take it as you had so many times before.

You squeezed his cock in your tiny vagina and gave him a few long humps up and down the shaft of his dick to milk every drop of cum out of him. You then pulled yourself off of his shrinking dick, gasping for air. You collapsed onto his chest, your bodies slick with sweat, your heartbeats slowly returning to normal.

For a long moment, you lay there together, the intimacy of the moment wrapping around you like a warm blanket. You reached up, gently removing the blindfold and uncuffing his wrists. 

He pulled you close, his lips finding yours in a tender, lingering kiss.

"Happy birthday once again, Itto," you whispered against his lips, your voice filled with love and satisfaction.

"Best birthday ever," he murmured, holding you tight. 

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.

CHILDE

childe loves kids. and he’s good at dealing with them. he hid it from you on your first date, not because he thought you’d lose interest but he didn’t see the necessity.

he told you he had younger siblings though and the way his eyes sparkled when talking about them made it clear that he loved them.

so when your babysitter said she couldn’t watch over k/n today, you found yourself forced to bring them with you but didn’t think it’d be a problem.

a few days ago, childe had given you the address of a park near his apartment. he told you how the view was breathtaking and that you just had to see it so you agreed.

and there you were, parking your car on the street, a dumb smile on your lips just at the idea of meeting with him again.

you really did appreciate him, and if you were to get in a serious relationship with him, then you might as well reveal him the existence of your child right now.

it was respect. the minimum, especially since you’ve already met several times and there seemed to be some sort of bond creating between you two.

‘y/n, over here !’ you heard his cheerful voice from afar. he walked towards you, a hand in the pockets of his jeans and the other holding his phone.

he showed you the screen, where your last conversation with him was displayed and giggled. ‘was about to text you.’

his eyes were glued to your face and at this point you even asked yourself whether he saw your kid clinging on to your right leg.

‘yeah sorry for being a little late. i had a problem with my babysitter so… i’m introducing k/n to you.’

your heart was beating fast. for some reason your body was telling you that this was a mistake and that you shouldn’t have brought the kid here. not today, not like that.

lots of thoughts that made you slowly dive in fear; fear of being rejected. of course you’d be quick to move on, that man wasn’t yours and you weren’t even in love to begin with.

but as you started to overthink the whole situation, the man before you disappeared from your sight, getting on the kid’s level.

‘nice to meet you k/n. i’m childe.’ he handed out his hand for the kid to take, but since your four year old baby was not really talkative, he hid himself and didn’t take the hand.

‘mommy..’ they whispered, gripping harder on your pants, as if asking you to take them into your arms.

‘oh i’m sorry.. they’re a little shy.’

childe got back up in a second, not forcing any more interaction with the kid and instead looking back at you. his face was relaxed and the smile on his lips genuine when he spoke up again.

‘it’s alright. they’ll relax around me later, i hope.’

childe’s face got closer to yours, slowly going for your lips, and gently caressing your back.

he did make it clear how he had the intention of being more than a random flirt to you. and to see him care so much about your child reassured you, melting your heart.

ITTO

itto was exactly the type of guy to make you believe there were still some good ones. he was fun, sweet and genuinely caring about your well being

you met several times already but for some reason you didn’t manage to tell him about your kid. you weren’t especially afraid of breaking what was between you two but you needed to wait for the good moment to do so

but in the end, the day where you’d have to tell him wasn’t one you chose because you were forced to bring k/n to your date after your sister let you down at the very last minute

‘y/n hey !’ he shouted from his car when seeing you. he laughed and gave you a soft gaze when telling you he’d park further and join you right after.

‘mommy who is that’ your kid was 6 already and of course they couldn’t resist the urge of asking any question that came to their mind at this age.

you sighed before looking back at him. ‘this is a good friend. his name is itto. to that the kid only shrugged. you both waited a few minutes before seeing him coming to you.

‘hi y/n, looking beautiful as always !’ he shouted.

his natural enthusiasm was always fascinating to you. you couldn’t even remember a single time where itto wasn’t like that; happy and fun.

that part of him was making him look cool to children you thought. you even saw it yourself during the past few dates you’ve been having together.

‘hello itto.’ your child spoke.

he was pretty comfortable towards people but rarely making the first step; especially with adults so you had to admit you got a bit surprised.

itto looked back at the kid before patting his head gently and your child groaned as he kinda messed his hair up. ‘hi buddy. how you doin ?’

to that the kid nodded his head yes, ‘good.’ he only stated before speaking up again ‘mommy says you’re a good friend.’

‘a good friend..’ he started before drawing his attention back to you ‘so they’re your kid ?’ he asked just to make sure even though it seemed pretty obvious judging by the way they called you.

‘sorry about that, my sister couldn’t watch over k/n anymore so i figured it wouldn’t bother if i took him with me today.’

itto laughed. a beautiful laugh. he caressed your chin softly. ‘it’s alright. we’ll have a nice day, perhaps even better.’

he smiled at you and focused back on your kid. in the end he didn’t really pay much attention to you. of course he still stared at you sometimes, and he was still full of affection for you. but he pretty much spent the whole day playing with the kid.

you didn’t mind it though. to see them getting along that well was reassuring you in a way. because now, you definitely knew itto wouldn’t let you down and perhaps he could be a good stepfather for your kid.

judging by the way he seemed so happy to play with them, you figured out you still stood a chance to get with him in a relationship.

ALHAITHAM

first of all alhaitham is a very busy man so finding a day where you were both free was pretty hard and in the end it happened to be a weekly day

since he suggested an afternoon together you thought you wouldn’t have to worry for your kid since he was at school

but it turned out your child was sick and of course, the teacher called you to come and get him and this was the way you had to announce alhaitham on your third date that you had a kid

‘is anything wrong ?’ alhaitham asked when you pulled the phone away from your ear.

you heaved a slight sigh. it was pretty embarrassing to announce it like that; because now you only thought about his reaction and perhaps he’d think you tried to hide it from him.

of course you were going to tell him about it. the feeling with him was super intense; and it seemed to be reciprocated since alhaitham texted you back after your very first dates.

‘yeah. i have to go and pick up k/n at school because they’re sick.’ you said.

alhaitham frowned. then he questioned you.

‘who’s k/n ?’

you looked away for a second and then back at him as you announced him the existence of your seven year old kid.

alhaitham’s face remained stoic, cold even. and you started to think this was not the man you thought he was. because if he wasn’t ready to accept and care about your kid; you couldn’t be with him.

but as the many thoughts we’re starting to give you a headache; he gave you a really slight smile. ‘i’ll take you there.’ he said, taking your hand in his and guiding you towards his car that was parked not too far.

‘please don’t feel forced, i will go alone it’s alright.’ you were a bit embarrassed since your kind was still stuck on the idea that he didn’t like the news of you having a kid already; but in fact it was his way of making you understand that he had no issues at all with this situation.

in the end, after he insisted, you agreed to let him drive you to the elementary school.

you got inside alone while he was waiting for you in the car. he would never admit it, but he was kinda nervous because he really did like you and well; he didn’t want your kid to despise him. so when you got back to his car, opening the door for your kid to get in; he smiled and turned back at the kid.

‘do you like mcdonalds?’

‘yeah duh. who doesn’t.’ the child replied and you stared at them, widened eyes thinking of how rude he sounded.

‘i’m sorry. he’s a bit straightforward.’ you sat back next to alhaitham, whose hand caressed your thigh in a gentle way. ‘he reminds me of a younger version of me.’

‘ew.’ you heard the kid groan to the sight of his parent getting hit on by a stranger he only just met and it kinda made alhaitham giggle. he for sure didn’t expect your sophisticated date to turn into this: him, buying fast food for your kid while you glare at him because the kid was sick.

but deep down you knew he only wanted the kid to feel comfortable around him and you truly hoped this was because he intended on making you his official partner later.

virgin!itto who can almost never restrain his own thoughts when seeing girls in shorts or skirts and the result of this is him with his head pressed against the shower stall in his bathroom, his hand busy pumping and squeezing his dick, the precum mixing with the cold water droplets from the shower, his teeth pressed hard into his lower lip, trying not to make too much noise since the walls are thin and the neighbors can hear — can you imagine if they find out that a guy like itto, handsome, beefy, tall, is still a virgin? itto would die of shame!

and when virgin!itto ends up with a crush? it could be at work, at college, even on a normal walk in the park… the fact is: regardless of where itto would have got this crush, the only place he'd be moaning your name would be in bed, in the middle of the night, while using a transparent fleshlight around his cock, trying to reproduce what your pussy could be, how tight it could be, how wet it could be, how small, tiny it could be.

at these times, itto would even be pulling his shirt up to put it between his teeth just so he could get a better look at the way the fleshlight went up and down around his big, fat girth, even though most of the time he would be rolling his eyes up in pure bliss; his mind too clouded to think about anything, anyone but you.

however, it would take him a while to make the first move around you; itto would be so shy around you that ayato and thoma would barely be able to contain their laughter at seeing him so bashful.

however, as soon as he managed to exchange more than four words with you, virgin!itto would not hesitate to try to take the first opportunity to take you to his house, taking the step of hiding his fleshlight and all the inappropriate magazines he had deep in his drawers, just as he would not hesitate to take the opportunity to kiss you when you were sitting on the edge of his bed. and the kiss alone was enough to send all the blood in his body to his cock, with a more than evident bulge forming between his legs.

"P-Please, I wanna—," itto would whimper sliding hands from your shoulders to the belt of his pants to unbuckle it, "wanna feel the real thing around my dick, please," he babbled, already massaging his girth, "'m so hard it hurts, just—"

"are you still a virgin, ittoki?" and his answer came in the form of an embarrassed nod, which turned into reddened cheeks as soon as you opened a small smile sideways, "are you that desperate for a pussy?"

"fuck, yes, I fucking am, you have no—," he put his hands on your shoulders pushing you against the bed to pin you between it and him, "no idea about how fuckin' much i've been wanting to fuck you"

that day, virgin!itto was going to not only lose his virginity, but also discover that his favorite position was mating press; it was incomparable the feeling of having you beneath him, milking his cock and melting beneath his big hands, with your legs pressed against your tits as he buried himself deep inside you, almost wombfucking you and determined to fill you up and keep you full of cum. itto was also going to discover that maybe or maybe not he had a little thing for people smaller than him being pinned between him and the bed.