#itto thirst

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.

𝐃𝐈𝐋𝐔𝐂 definitely has a lot of stamina. he loves to start in just the afternoon, and his reason being he loves having dawn winery all to yourselves. he adores when he can take you out on a balcony and fuck you in-front of the sunset. he’s very romantic, he’ll press kisses to the middle of your back, lick a trail up to your throat only to give a harsh bite that has you whining in his grasp. he has a sweet spot for overstimulation, both parties receiving it. he loves it when you squirt over his cock, drenching it as he relishes in the warm sensation that drips down and tickles his balls. ‘give me another. i know you have it in you.’ 1-2 rounds.

diluc loves to pay attention to your every move. he has memorized every face you make, every sound and how to achieve those from you.

𝐊𝐀𝐄𝐘𝐀 oh sweet delicious kaeya… he can go for a few rounds but he gets a bit sleepy towards the end, which always end up with the best of sloppy thrusts. the ones that produce a soft, muffled clap of wet skin and the ones that hit so deep your eyes completely roll back into your head. he loves when it starts rough and gradually gets softer along the way. the kind of sex that has him dominating you at the start then tapers off to him whining and whimpering your name at the ending, begging even. he is the king of switching it up. on average can go about 3 rounds, he wants you to milk him for everything he’s worth.

kaeya will eat you out for hours it seems. he especially likes it when you wear different lingerie sets, letting him peel them off to reveal his delicious dessert.

𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐀 can last longer than expected and it takes you by surprise. what else takes you by surprise? how mean he can get. he’s a very, VERY sweet man but sometimes he gets himself so worked up with cleaning he just needs a release, ya know? that’s where you come in. he sees you in your pretty summer dress and his mind wonders. his eyes dart all over the room at different pieces of furniture and before long, he has you bend over each one, pulling orgasm after orgasm from you. don’t expect him to be nice all the time, he absolutely will deny you until he’s on the edge himself, keeping you from cumming so he can feel you spasming around his twitching cock. he’s the kinda guy to have you nearly cumming with one thrust and pulls out to deny it until he’s ready. sometimes lasts 2-3 rounds.

thoma loves to finger you before anything. he loves when he gets you so wet, one feather like touch is nearly enough to push you over.

𝐀𝐘𝐀𝐓𝐎 okay so hear me out, he can’t last forever right? he gets so hard with it he tires himself out so fast. he loves hitting it from behind, gazing down intently at how your ass slaps against his hips, pushing his cock deeper and deeper with each thrust forward. his hands would massage your ass and help in tugging you back against him. he really likes to make you cum as much as you can, he just wants you to feel as good as he feels if not better. he definitely gets sweaty by the end, dripping even. he can’t help it, you have him addicted to the feeling you being wrapped around him. maybe 1-2 rounds. possibly 3 after a nap.

very very attentive ayato is. he appreciates when you mutter what you want and need during sex, and he loves being able to give it to you.

𝐃𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐈𝐅 can get shy at times. shockingly enough, he loves when you peel his clothes off, leaving him naked and waiting as your hands drift down his body to get his cock ready. if he was feeling different for the night, he’ll grab your wrist and guide him to directly what he wants. tonight actually, he wanted a handjob, so a handjob is what he got. oh how he loved to lean back against the chair as he watches you kneeling before him, your hand wrapped around his leaking tip, starting to stroke him in languid motions. he often times will announce things, such as ‘take it deeper..’ ‘right there!’ or ‘lick the balls too.. that’s it..’ he really enjoys foreplay. can last approximately 2 rounds.

as i mentioned, dainsleif enjoys foreplay. 69 is his best friend. he loves when you suck him off, only as long as he can give your delicious pussy the attention it deserves.

𝐙𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐋𝐈 okay so zhongli can last a while and he’s very experienced. not to say you are or aren’t as experienced, there’s always something he surprises you with that you didn’t know about. what really gets you off the most when in the sheets with zhongli is the filth that comes from his mouth. he likes to tease you, with both his fingertips and his words. one of the most memorable sexy moments with zhongli was the time he had you positioned on your knees on the bed infront of a mirror, he kneeled behind you with no hands on you whatsoever, he only whispered the nastiest of scenarios in your ear. how much he wanted to sink his aching, leaking tip inside you at last.. how good it must feel to have it stretching you out. one of the times you’ve had a completely hands free orgasm, thanks to him. 2-3 rounds, mans got stamina.

zhongli really likes to take his time with teasing you with his words to get you all worked up. he doesn’t touch you until he knows you’re completely dripping, just so he can slide into you with one rough push.

You stumble out of your dorm room, did you lock the door properly? Oh well it was too late now. With a piece of slightly burnt toast hanging from your mouth, you suddenly felt like some sort of cliche ass anime protagonist. As you rounded the corner, you bump into someone, dropping your toast in the process.

“Sorry!” You blurted out as you looked up to see none other than Itto, the new transfer student who was assigned to the dorm right next to yours. He greets you with a sunny smile, you squint a little at the brightness. It was too early in the morning for this much energy and perkiness, but maybe not everyone was as fed up as you.

"Ahah don'cha even worry about it! You couldn’t knock me over even if you charged at me.” Itto laughs as he struck a funny pose. "I'm pretty sturdy yaknow!" You didn't really know what to say to that. So you apologise again and say a quick goodbye before rushing off to class. You were late, you dropped your toast but for no reason at all you felt a small smile threaten to crawl onto your features. - Finally You thought as you left the building of your last evening class. The sun has already set and you could feel a cool breeze set in. You were just contemplating what you could whip up for dinner in under thirty minutes when you hear a holler from behind you. You took out your earbuds and looked around. In the dark an unmistakable white mop of hair stood out, as the person jogged up to you you realise who it was. "Hey neighbour! Fancy seeing ya here! Well I guess you do go here, ah hah... How was class?" This guy again? You were still getting used to his forwardness. It's not like you didn't like people but you didn't really talk to anyone other than your friends unless you really had to. Maybe that's why I only have 3 friends. "Uh, good, I mean it was pretty boring but could've been worse. How was..." You looked down to see he was wearing a sleeveless hoodie, seemingly unaffected by the evening chill. The front zipped down enough to reveal his pecs, you swallowed hard. Damn his chest is bigger than mine. You thought as a weird jealousy hit you. You realised you forgot to finish your sentence, luckily it seems Itto didn't notice. "...uh, how was the uhhh...training?" "Hm? Oh it was brutal today! Totally knackered. Everything hurts, but like in a good way, yaknow?" Itto grinned at you before noticing your bag. "Hey let me carry that." Thoughts of saying no quickly rushed through your mind, you wanted to say you could handle it, feminism and all that, you know. But fuck the bag was extra heavy today and you feel like Itto would be the last person to judge you. So the patriarchy may have won today, but at least your shoulders will hurt less tomorrow. You handed over your backpack, which he picked up with ease. "Is there anything in here? Pretty light!" He smiled. Jesus maybe I should go to the gym more often. You walked in a comfortable silence towards your dorm when Itto piped up. "Ah...so uh...c-can I ask ya somethin'?" Itto starts, playing with the straps of his gym bag absentmindedly.

“Uh, sure." "So like, yaknow how finals are coming up?" Itto continued. "I uhhh may or may not have like, completelynotstudiedforit, ah hahh! Yeahhhh I know that's like, not great..." "Itto! It's literally in two weeks!" You chided. Incredulous because you yourself have been studying your ass off for the past month. "I know I know! I totally have been thinkin' about it! But like football training's been suuuper hectic and like, hahah my lecturer is sooo boring and I just think I need someone who can explain the stuff better." "Why me?" "Well you're like, the smartest person I know!" That's not hard. "I mean, I try hard at school but I'm not that smart..." "Nah you're just being humble, what did you get in your last exam?" "Well...A+ but, like a low A+, I totally lucked out in the writing section." "That's awesome, all my friends get like C's ah hah. Would'ya consider it at least? The school said if I don't pick up my grades it could affect my sport scholarship, and I don't wanna move schools again. If you could help me out you'd be doing me a huge favour, please?" So that's how it began. You're not sure why you agreed, you told yourself it's because teaching others will strengthen your own knowledge of the material but in reality, it was probably more because of those big puppy dog eyes. Plus you felt sorry for the guy, transferring to a different school in the middle of the semester is not easy, and he does seem to be busy with training. You two agreed to use his dorm, mainly because it was almost completely bare. Like, a simple bed and dumbbells bare. You had a sneaking suspicion he had shoved all his dirty clothes into the closet, but you didn't want to ask and embarrass him. - It was 7pm when Itto loudly declared he will be cooking dinner for the both of you, as a 'token of appreciation' for all the nights you've spent tutoring him. You were sceptical to say the least, after all he didn't exactly strike you as the kind of guy who would know his way around a kitchen, but you decided to give him the benefit of the doubt. Your worst fears were confirmed when you smelled something burning. You tiptoed into the kitchen to see a mess of bowls and ingredients haphazardly thrown all over the place. Tomatoes on the floor, half a capsicum on the bench, a splatter of sauce dripping onto the floor from the bench and the fridge door was ajar, also for some reason there was five pots in the sink. "How's dinner going?" You ask, testing the waters even though you could see some bad signs already. "Holy shit you scared me!" Itto spun around to face you, spatula in hand. "Hahaa it's going....it's going."

"Hey but it looks like you already made it yeah? I'm super hungry let's just have your noodles." You said as you moved closer to him, attempting to see the stove behind him. "Oh no you don't!" Itto quickly uses his broad body in an attempt to cover his 'masterpiece'. You jump around to try and peek past him, but he was so big and seemed determined to not let you through. "Hey! No what are you, stop no!" In one last ditch effort you grabbed onto Itto's shoulders and pushed yourself up. After a moment of silence, you spoke up.

"Itto... it's burnt."

You looked at the stir-fried noodles sceptically. "N-nah it's just caramelised, trust me it's good!" "What happened to 'Arataki 'the number one master chef in the world' Itto?" You taunted. "I-I-I just, had a problem with the stove today okay?" Itto blushed, he had wanted to impress you but he got so nervous he forgot to turn off the heat after the stir-frying. "A master never blames his tools, don't you know that?" You giggled.

"Well uh it was just a fluke this time, next time I promise I'll make a dish that'll knock your socks off! Yeah!" "Oh sure, is it gonna be burnt cheesecake or charred skewers? It seems like burnt food is your signature." You teased, enjoying how he got redder and redder at your words. "Hey um, c-can you get off me now? It's...warm." Itto stutters looking away shyly. Suddenly you were aware of how close you were. You could feel the firm muscles of his shoulders under your grip, your chest pressing against his, unintentionally. If you listened closely you could hear his heartbeat. And when you looked down... "Oh? What's this?" You looked down at the slight tent in his sweatpants. "Uhhhh ok how about we order pizza? Suddenly I'm feeling like pizza instead. You like pizza yeah?" Itto quickly changes the topic and sprints to the living room. "I'm gonna go order, ahem ah fuck where is my phone?" After he orders pizza you two wait on his couch. He doesn't say anything for a while, shifting nervously in his place. You couldn't stop thinking about what you saw. It wasn't just your imagination right? No it can't be, you felt how hard it was, pressing against your thigh if only for a brief moment. You took a deep breath and mustered all of your courage. "Say, Itto." "Y-yeah what's up?" "Thanks for cooking dinner." "Ahah, no prob! Sorry it was pretty inedible though...I'll do better next time!" "Mm, that's okay. You know, we've been doing these study sessions for a while now. Do you wanna know... what my favourite part of our them are?" "Uhh uhmm I, I dunno..." You slowly leaned towards him with a smile, pressing your body against his, feeling the warmth radiating off of him. "Every time we have our little study sessions, after I get back to my dorm I lay in my bed..." You coo. "...and I can hear it." "H-hear what?" Itto gulps, both at the closeness and the sultry tone of your voice. "You." "i-I-i have n-no idea what you're talkin' bout..!" Itto huffs, the tips of his ears reddening. "Your little grunts, and your groans. Not to mention those cute whines of yours..." "I don't, I'm not-" "Oh? So this isn't for me?" You gesture. "Ahh...I-I...that's just, normal after training..." His eyes were hazey now, looking at the ceiling and the walls to avoid looking at your intense gaze.