cw: gender neutral reader with they/them pronouns, teasing and mean reader, degradation, mini praise in between, stepping on his oni dick, pain play, finger sucking, teratophilia, desperation, no penetration only kinda footjob
a/n: NO BETA WE DIE LIKE ITTO ONCE I'M DONE WITH HIM. shoutOUT charley @0-miles-away for the req, I tried but my brain won't let me write more, so have this short fic catsmirk emoji, 1.4k words
credit to @benkeibear for the personally made banner heehee <3
It was a well known fact throughout Inazuma that Oni’s have a weakness. Hushed whispers wafting through the streets even suggest that this practice brings fortune. But they don’t know about Itto’s other weakness.
He was hiding from you, you’ve noticed it all too easily. His secret plans ruined by his companions dumb, dumber and dumbest. Shinobu averting her gaze and refusing to tell you more is what pissed you off in the first place. A tiny sting of betrayal settling in your heart. You lock your gaze onto his.
Hunched over, he turns to you and an oppressive silence settles inside the Komore tea house. In your mind you quietly thank the Archons for the common sense and decency everyone inside had, leaving hastily when you stormed inside. Glancing back you see a familiar tuft of blonde hair hushing everyone with an apologetic smile. “Let’s leave, let’s leave. They will know what to do, I’m sure!”
You turn back to the man in front of you. His skin is deep red, horns bigger and his usual red markings now carry a harsh golden glow. He’s breathing heavily and you know exactly what’s going on in his mind. He’s been caught. You half expected him to sink his trembling body down on the floor. You’re able to make out a few of the emotions swirling around in his eyes: fear, wonder but most of all gratitude. Watery eyes look up at you the closer he crawls, silent as he does so. It’s quite a sight to see the strong Oni on his knees for you.
But you’re still upset.
You grab his chin harshly, quietly noting the way his skin is hot to the touch, and yank his face closer. He yelps in surprise and his eyes widen. It’s almost as if his pupils are shaking in fear as well, it’s a little exciting. Your eyes narrow slightly as you move his head from the left to the right, admiring the transformation of his body and face. His eyes are pure gold. It might not be a good idea to stare too long, so you avert your gaze down and take in the sight of his body, beads of sweat rolling down his chest that keep moving up and down faster and faster. He forces out a snicker that comes out less than convincing, very clearly trying to hide how nervous he is. You lean in on purpose, waiting until he opens his eyes again and is startled by your close proximity. Nearly flinching out of your tight grasp on his chin, but you don’t let go. Not yet.
His wide stare doesn’t move away as he freezes, waiting for your next move. It’s incredibly unusual for him to shut his mouth for once, bravado and smiles all gone.
When the corners of your mouth lift forcibly he tenses up more, so you finally speak. “Is this why you were hiding from me?”
“I-” He tries to get a word in.
“Is this why you sent me on a wild goose chase around Inazuma city?”
“Wait I can-” lifting his hands up from his palm, he tries to interrupt your questions.
Your eye twitches unnaturally, “just to find you in the end, in your pathetic state?”
He squirms uncomfortably under your mean stare. And you let him sit in that uncomfortable feeling, feeling satisfied at the way he gets to experience what he put you through today. You retract your hand quickly, wiping it on the fabric of your shirt for good measure and walk over to the short staircase leading to the heightened stage. You sit right on one step and curl your finger wordlessly at him. He scrambles and gets to you as quickly as he can. Seemingly unfazed by your mean gestures.
He settles in front of you with an unsure look in his eyes, eyebrows furrowed as he glances between the drums, the lamps and the patterned blinds behind you. Hands folded neatly in his lap, which was even more unusual for him. It’s not that he’s not kind, he’s just not very well versed with etiquette, which heightens your suspicions. You lean back, elbows on the step behind you and you lift your leg, practically kicking his hands away from his lap. After the initial shock dies he squeaks and shoves his hands in his lap again, albeit a bit too late.
“Oh? Now that’s adorable,” you grab the opportunity by its Oni horns immediately, “you like when I’m mean to you? So much so that you’re fucking hard, already?”
He bites his lip in shame and hesitantly nods. You burst out laughing, throwing your head back and fill the before tense room with your boisterous laughter. Sighing one last time, you bring your head back up, facing Itto who somehow grew an even deeper shade of red.
“How adorable.” You once again kick his hands away and settle your heel right on his twitching erection. He hisses and his hands wrap themselves around your ankle. His nails have grown into claws, long black claws very close to your skin. But he knows better than to let those even graze your skin. A quiet comprehending of your position over him. A reverence you adore.
Digging your heel into his groin more, he hunches over your leg, hands trembling as he tries to handle the mix of pain and pleasure. He finally lets out a cute groan, closing his eyes and trying to focus. His hands feel like hot shackles around your ankle which pisses you off more, so you retract your foot just a little, only to push it right back, making him sob out.
“Awww I’m sorry that was mean of me, huh?” You coo at his sorry state, shaking so much, trying to hold on as best as he can. You click your tongue mockingly and lift your hand, palm facing upward. “Here you can do this as a tiny apology. You probably love that kind of thing, no?”
Itto collects himself and glances at your hand, nodding slightly. He brings his face closer and carefully takes your thumb in his warm mouth. Sucking it in slowly while trying not to look at you. How coy of him. You observe the way your thumb disappears in his mouth and coo at the way he sucks it so cutely. His teeth feel sharper than usual, but even that made butterflies erupt in your stomach, having someone so… beastly under your thumb felt great.
It doesn’t take too long after that for him to grow a little impatient, holding your ankle tighter as his hips start to move on their own, grinding his throbbing dick against the hard material of your shoe. His noises growing in desperation and volume especially, you hope everyone that left Komore teahouse isn’t lingering around the front door.
When you notice that his hips are stuttering, his telltale sign that he’s about to release, you use the rest of your fingers to lift his face up, making him look right at you when he’s pushed over the edge. Eyes watery as his thrusting grows erratic. He looks incredibly beautiful like this. You feel the way his sharp teeth try to dig themselves into your thumb as he opens his mouth slightly to let out all of his cute sobs. But you’re quick to bring up your other hand and reach to the back of his head, digging your hand into the surprisingly soft hair and yank it so that he opens his mouth from crying out in pain. You bring back your thumb out of his mouth, a string of saliva connecting the two. You watch in fascination until the weight breaks it.
As he comes down from his high you watch the way the markings lose their glow, his skin slowly loses its red color and the way his eyes dull from the bright gold to his usual red. You let go of his hair and lean in, giving his puffy lips a chaste kiss.
“There he is.” You mutter before grinning at the tired eyes looking back at you.
You’re quick to let him go, letting him fall back unceremoniously to the tatami mats, as he tries to catch his breath. You should probably inform the others that Itto’s back to normal again. You dust your pants off, wiping the leftover saliva from your thumb to your pants. You’d scold him later. Sighing, you make your way to the hallway, trying to find a way to explain the noises to the owners.
Looking back at the fucked out mess you left for Thoma to clean up, you give an exasperated sigh.
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