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A = Aftercare
He’s surprisingly gentle after the storm. All that brute strength, the rough handling, the way he pounded into you like he was trying to fuck you into the floor? Yeah, once he's done and you're a sweaty, trembling mess, Itto’s scooping you up like you're the most fragile thing alive. Lots of kisses on your cheeks, forehead, chest. He’s laughing, rubbing your back, bringing you water and cuddling you so hard you might pass out on his chest. It’s messy affection, but it’s sincere. “You okay, babe? Damn, I really gave it to ya, huh? Heh—my bad. You’re so fuckin’ hot, I can’t help myself.”
B = Body part (favorite on you & his)
He is obsessed with your tits. He’ll tell you constantly how perfect they are, no matter the size—soft, warm, bouncy, always in his hands or mouth. He’ll bury his face between them when you’re lying down, groaning like he’s in heaven. He plays with them during foreplay, during sex, and especially when you’re riding him. “Fuck, baby, these perfect tits were made for me.” His favorite part on himself? His abs—he’s always showing them off, flexing, letting you touch and kiss them. But also his arms, because he loves how much you melt when he pins you down with one hand.
C = Cum
Itto is a huge cum guy. Loud about it, messy with it, obsessed with the idea of filling you up. He gets so turned on by the image of his cum leaking out of you afterward that sometimes he’ll finger it back in with this cocky grin like, “Nah, not done with ya yet.” He cums a lot, too—enough to make you gasp the first time, hot and thick and so much. Loves watching you swallow it when you suck him off. He’ll moan like a pornstar and call you “so fuckin’ good to me, baby.”
D = Dirty Talk
He does not shut up during sex. Itto’s the kind of guy who talks the entire time—hyping you up, groaning about how good you feel, telling you exactly what he’s going to do to you in that deep, rough voice. He’s a big fan of pet names, too:
“Yeah, that’s it, baby.”
“Take it all for me, good fuckin’ girl.”
“You’re squeezin’ me so damn tight—how’re you still this wet?”
It’s shameless, messy, and ridiculously hot. And if you talk back? Moan his name, beg for more, praise him? He’ll lose it and fuck you even harder.
E = Experience
He’s not exactly a seasoned pro, but he makes up for it with enthusiasm and a naturally filthy mind. He’s had sex before, sure, but no one’s ever made him feel the way you do, and that makes every encounter feel new. He’s eager to learn what you like and once he figures it out? You’re done. He’ll perfect it, push it, and milk every whimper out of you like it’s his personal mission.
F = Favorite Position
Mating press—no contest. He loves pinning you down, spreading your legs, and pounding into you with everything he’s got while watching your tits bounce and your eyes roll back. He wants to be deep, close, and absolutely buried inside you. That, and titfucking. He gets this cocky smirk every time you press your tits together and let him slide between them like he owns you.
Runner-up? Reverse cowgirl—he loves watching your ass while you bounce on him, moaning and gripping his thighs for balance.
G = Goofy
Itto’s a himbo, so yeah—he gets goofy sometimes. He’ll make dumb jokes when you’re getting undressed, laugh when something silly happens, or give your ass a loud smack with a stupid sound effect. But it’s never to ruin the mood—it’s just him. His energy is playful, but the moment you moan a little too sweet or clench around him? Switch flipped. He’s groaning in your ear and driving into you like a beast.
H = Hair
He has a trimmed trail leading down from his abs, but otherwise, things are natural. He doesn’t shave—just keeps it clean and soft. He’ll tease you about wanting to see more of him, then drop his pants and go, “Bet you weren’t ready for all this, huh?”
And he loves your hair—especially if he can grab it or tug on it a little while kissing you. Loves it when it’s messy from his hands or your headboard.
I = Intimacy
For all his big talk, Itto is a huge softie underneath. When he’s not in feral, horny mode, he’s holding your hand during slow thrusts, brushing your hair back, whispering how much he loves you. Sex isn’t just fun—it’s a way to feel close. He’ll kiss you like it’s the first time, pull you into his chest afterward, and trace circles on your skin like he never wants to stop touching you.
“You’re everything to me, ya know that? I don’t want anyone else. Just you.”
J = Jack off
Oh, he’s definitely touched himself thinking about you—and he’s not shy about telling you either. He’ll say it right to your face:
“Was thinkin’ about those tits last night… got so worked up I had to handle it myself. Wanna see how bad you get me, babe?”
But once he’s had you? He’ll still jerk off when you’re not around, but it’s never as good. He’s addicted to the real thing.
K = Kink (detailed)
Itto’s biggest kinks? Breeding, strength play, praise, titfucking, and size difference—and he combines all of them in the filthiest ways.
He loves knowing he can manhandle, lift, pin, and use you. Not in a degrading way (he worships you), but in a primal, possessive way. He’ll whisper things like:
“Look at you, lettin’ me fold you in half like that… so good for me. So tiny. So perfect.”
Breeding kink? Insane. He’s obsessed with cumming inside. Every time he fills you up, he groans like it’s the best part of his day. “Gonna pump you so full, babe. Gonna make sure you’re dripping with me.”
He’s also extremely into your tits—not just looking at them, but sucking, squeezing, rubbing his cock between them while you look up at him with that innocent expression. He loses it when you press them together and let him fuck them. “God, look at this—my cock between your perfect tits? You’re fuckin’ unreal.”
And the praise kink runs deep. He needs to hear how good he’s making you feel, how big he is, how full you are—and he’ll melt when you call him your big, strong oni.
L = Location
Anywhere with a wall or a surface strong enough to hold you. He’ll fuck you up against a tree in the woods, bend you over a table at the Arataki Gang hideout, or pin you to the shower tiles at your place. He loves risky spots—he gets off on the idea of someone hearing you. Especially if it’s someone who knows what’s happening and can’t do a thing about it.
M = Motivation
He’s horny almost constantly, but what really gets him going is you teasing him without even trying. Your soft little moans, the way you stretch, the way your tits bounce when you’re not wearing a bra? Deadly. He’s also weak to compliments. Call him handsome, praise his strength, say you need him? He’s already halfway undressed.
N = No
Itto’s got a hard line at degradation, name-calling, or anything that actually hurts you emotionally or physically. He can be rough in bed, sure, but it’s always with love. Anything that makes you feel disrespected or unsafe? Absolute no-go. “I don’t care how horny we are—if you’re not feelin’ it, we’re stoppin’. Period.”
O = Oral (giving & receiving)
Itto lives to eat you out. He dives in face-first, groaning like a man starved. Big hands spreading your thighs, holding you still as his tongue works in deep, hungry strokes. He’s sloppy, wet, messy—licking, sucking, making out with your pussy like he wants to drown in it. His nose nuzzles your clit, tongue fucking you deep, and when you cum? He keeps going, determined to taste every last drop.
As for receiving? He loves getting head, but only when you want it. If you get on your knees and take him into your mouth, eyes wide, tits pushed together while you stroke him? He’s done. He’ll fist your hair and whimper. “Ohhh fuuuck, baby, your mouth’s too good…”
P = Pace
Fast. Relentless. This man jackhammers you like his life depends on it. His rhythm is deep, powerful, and fucking mean—especially if you’ve been teasing him or wearing something cute. But he’ll slow it down if you ask, or when he’s feeling soft. He loves when you ride him too—slow and grinding, your tits in his face while you moan his name? He’s gripping your hips like he’s about to explode.
Q = Quickie
Yes. Hell yes. All the time. Against walls, over tables, behind buildings, on top of his desk. He’ll pull your panties to the side and stuff you full in seconds, whispering in your ear:
“Quick one, yeah? Just gotta feel you around me, babe. Can’t wait.”
Quickies with Itto still hit hard—he doesn’t know how to hold back. You’ll walk away on shaky legs every time.
R = Risk
Massive risk taker. He loves the idea of getting caught. The thrill of someone hearing your moans or seeing you leave his tent with bite marks and a limp? He gets off on it. He’ll bend you over in the woods, press you to a wall at a festival, or sneak into your room at the inn just to fuck you with a hand over your mouth. “Quiet now, sweetheart… don’t want the others hearin’ how good I’m fuckin’ you.”
S = Stamina
Endless. Oni strength + horny brain = a man who can go for hours. One round? Never enough. He’ll cum, breathe for maybe two seconds, then get hard again just from the way your tits bounce when you shift under him. He’s insatiable. If you let him, he’ll keep going until you’re overstimulated and crying, and still ask for one more.
“C’mon, angel… one more. You can do it for me, can’t ya?”
T = Toys
Not super into toys yet, but open to exploring. He loves the idea of using a vibrator on your clit while he fucks you, just to see you squirm. He might also try restraints (like holding your wrists down or using his belt) for fun, but nothing too intense. Mostly, he wants to be the one wrecking you with his cock and strength.
U = Unusual (weird turn-ons)
He’s wildly turned on by the sound of your heartbeat. Whenever you lay on his chest or he rests his head on your tits and hears it thumping, he gets all soft… then hard. It makes him feel protective and possessive, like “that heart’s beatin’ just for me.” Also? Loves watching you eat. Something about your lips and the satisfied little sounds you make? He wants to shove his cock in your mouth right after.
V = Volume
Loud as fuck. Itto moans, growls, curses—he’s a vocal mess during sex. You’ll get a full stream of grunts, praise, and helpless groans every time he slides into you. When he cums? He roars. Like, yells. Sometimes has to cover his own mouth to keep from waking the whole camp. And he lives for your noises—moan a little louder, and he’ll fuck you harder just to hear it again.
W = Wild card
Sometimes he gets so overwhelmed by how much he loves you, he’ll drop to his knees, kiss your thighs, your stomach, your tits, and beg to worship you. Not even about fucking—just wants to feel you, love you, praise your body while he touches himself to the sight of you squirming and flushed.
“You’re the hottest thing I’ve ever seen… you don’t even know what you do to me.”
X = X-Ray (what’s he packin’?)
You knew he was big—he's literally a massive oni. But nothing could prepare you for the first time you saw it. He’s thick, long, and intimidating, with a slight upward curve and prominent veins that pulse when he’s hard. Easily 9 to 10 inches, maybe more if you get him riled up. And that curve? Hits deep. The first time he slid it in, he had to go slow because you were shaking, stretched to your limit. He moaned so loud when he bottomed out. “Fuck, babe… you takin’ all of me? Look at you, damn—my pretty little champ.”
Don’t worry, he’ll ruin you lovingly.
Y = Yearning
Constantly horny for you. Thirsty doesn’t begin to cover it. You walk into the room? He’s hard. You stretch? He’s growling. You press up against him? He’s dry humping you like a teenager. He wants to touch you all the time—hands on your waist, squeezing your ass, sneaking fingers under your top to cup your tits. He’s always thinking about sex… but he’s also thinking about you.
Z = ZZZ (how he falls asleep)
After sex, he’s a big, sweaty oni cuddle monster. Pulls you into his chest, arms wrapped tight, one hand still lazily cupping your boob. He falls asleep fast, totally relaxed, with a little smile on his face and your name murmured against your neck. He sleeps best after making you cum so hard you can’t walk.