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it had been a while, you’d been eating each other’s faces for longer than either of you cared to keep track of, and the urge to touch him was more intense than ever.
he took his dick into his hand and you started to panic, he was going to use your own method against you and god damn, it was probably going to work. his hand stroked up and down his dick, whimpering into your mouth and looking at you with half lidded eyes. his hips squirmed underneath you, occasionally bucking up to fuck his fist to the sight of you. his eyes were just so pretty, and the red marks littered around his body were just so tempting, and his cock, leaking with precum looked like the tastiest thing on the planet and god at this point it was torture. you could see his abs tense up with each pathetic roll of his hips, his veiny hand ran up and down his cock and you wanted nothing more than for his long fingers, covered in precum stuffed into your mouth as far as they could go, you wanted his nails to scratch your tongue and you could just go on forever.
your last straw was when his hand moved up to grope his own tit, moaning as he did. it seemed like he was pretending you weren’t even there, only working about jerking off and cumming. you weren’t about to let him ignore you, and with that thought your eyes zeroed in on his horns.
you had found out about how sensitive itto’s horns are even before you two started dating. you two had been on the same (losing) team against a kid during one of your many beetle fights. you never did any beetle fighting outside of when itto would come up and ask for you to “destroy this kid and leave him cowering in fear” with him, which, the first time he asked, he forgot to specify that it was a beetle fight until much later.
after your tragic loss against the kid for the 5th time that week, itto was on his knees on the ground, holding the tiny beetle in his large hands.
“you’re gonna have to step up your game, little man! or you’re gonna be booted off the team! aha! exactly, i can see you shaking in your little beetle boots now!” itto passionately talked to the beetle. at first you thought it was to make the kid laugh, but the kid looked like he’d seen it all before. the kid left and itto kept talking to the beetle, seemingly getting more and more passionate and slightly emotional as he kept talking.
you came up behind him and tugged his horns so his head was tilted backwards and against your hips, it wasn’t meant to be sexual in any way, but your groin said otherwise when you heard itto let out a long and involuntary whine, looking up at you with red ears from his place on the ground.
“a-ahh-! my hh…horns…just… a lil.. s-sensitive…” he just about managed to say, trying to keep his eyes open. you quickly let go, feeling extremely differently about him than you did 5 minutes ago, but you tried to joke it off.
“ha! aren’t horns meant to be for combat? doesn’t it defeat the point if they’re sensitive?” you teased, but part of you was actually curious.
“i don’t know, man! why don’t you ask them, huh?” he snapped back. the blush on his face took a very long time to fade after that.
you’d both avoided the topic of his horns ever since that day, but now, with him below you like this, you just have to end the game between you this way. you gripped both of his horns by the base and dropped your hips to lay your bare sex over his, and his eyes shot open. half of you was surprised he didn’t cum from the euphoria of finally winning something.
“not a word.” you muttered before replaced your lips on his with your hand, your other hand rubbed his horn, his eyes clouded over and he moaned against your hand, all high pitched and needy just for you.
his hands gripped the sheets as you slowly grinded down against him, painfully slowing your rubs on his horns down, making him feel every second of stimulation you were giving him. you pulled his horn to tilt his head up, licking a long stripe up his throat.
“hmm. i lost and despite that you’re awfully submissive, don’t you think?” you teased, you spoke directly into his ear in hopes of provoking him. but instead of flipping you onto the bed and having his way with you, he let out a muffled please against your hand as tears built up in his eyes. you’d never seen him so submissive before and it shocked you, if you knew all it took for this to happen was to rub his horns you would’ve done it a hell of a lot sooner.
your mouth travelled to his torso, sucking hickeys everywhere that his ‘shirt’ doesn’t cover, you wanted everyone to know who he belonged to.
taking your hand off his mouth, you tilted your head at him. “so, what do you want to do to me?” you asked, surrendering. itto was about to answer but hesitated, he looked away before awkwardly stuttering.
“you- can…. can you…um… ahem! i would like to allow you the opportunity to use my uhm…” he stuttered out, fiddling with the straps on his chest.
“your tits?” you asked, almost not believing him until he tilted his chin up and nodded in false confidence, betrayed by his red ears.
(if you wield a vagina, you got a strap out your bag & lubed it up, gotta be prepared for any outcome)
you pinned him to the bed by his shoulders and sat down on his abs, being careful not to lean your entire weight into him. he looked up at you as you took his ‘shirt’ off, raising his muscled arms to make it easier for you. you leaned down and licked the red lines up his torso, occasionally nipping them. you took one of his tits in your mouth, sucking on it and taking the other in your hand.
“y-you know they’re not ACTUALLY tits, right?” itto shakily chuckled, to which you bit his nipple hard in response and he let out a small yelp. his hand rested on the back of your head as you let yourself fully indulge in him and his tits.
you got up again, this time positioning your hips so your dick/strap was inbetween his pectorals. he looked at you with a questioning look before you pushed them together and started fucking his tits. his eyes widened and his hands went to hold onto your hips, but you stopped him.
“hold them together for me, love” you asked sweetly and he did just that, squeezing his tits around your cock/strap. any train of thought thought that was beginning to form in his pretty head was instantly derailed by your hands on his horns, your hands rubbed them with purpose this time.
“what would your gang say if they saw you like this, hm?” you asked, thoroughly enjoying yourself. itto could barley even talk back to you, mind completely blank.
“i wonder what they’d say if they saw their strong leader holding his tits together for me to fuck them…” you whispered, jutting your hips a little extra forward and tapping his chin. itto whined, his hips pathetically rutting up into the air as he looked up with you with wide and teary eyes.
“y-you’re part of the gang, too…” itto muttered as best as he could and you smiled at him warmly, a fluffy feeling filling your chest. itto, who’s chest was filled with something not as fluffy, let his eyes roll back, no longer even trying to think.
“f-fuck me oh god” itto babbled, his hands let go of his chest and went to your body instead? he wasn’t sure where to put his hands so his hands went everywhere, groping and touching where-ever he could reach before getting to your hips and manhandling you over to his own.
“shhhh…” you soothed him, quickly lubing up your dick/strap, “turn over for me, love…” you asked nicely, to which he very quickly obeyed, burying his face in the pillow and pushing his ass up against your hips.
the red marks along his body ran along his back too, the muscles on his back flexed as he desperately held the sheets on both sides of his head. you lined yourself up and held his hips before kissing his back, wanting to let the anticipation build.
“come ooonn…!” itto moaned, turning his head to the side so you could hear him. his left eye looked desperately at you through the stray hairs that were now in his face, and he just looked too pretty to deny any longer.
you eased yourself into him with care, trying your best to not hurt him but he leaned back into you and leaned forward, literally fucking himself on you. you took your hands off of his hips and let him do all the work, occasionally rocking your hips against him to hear his pathetic moan. his knees parted further apart, the muscles in his thighs were clearly visible as you ran your hands from the lower part of his thigh up and up inbetween his legs, it was only when his cock was in your hand that you started moving your hips. you lent over him, fucking him hard and jerking him off at the same time, not missing his prostate once and driving him absolutely insane.
using your free hand, you took his hair and roughly yanked it backwards, pulling a long and breathy, “ahhhhh…!” from the man below you, small ahs were pushed out of him with every thrust with the new angle, he struggled to get a breath in, he felt like he was suffocating and he absolutely loved it.
your arm ached as you held his head up, you’d have let go if you didn’t see his eyes roll back when you pulled his hair, his mind seemed to be in a whole different planet, his tongue was starting to show itself as he made sound after sound.
“i wonder if this is why you grew your hair out, whore” you whispered into his ear and ittos clouded over eyes turned to you before looking at your lips. he limply tried to move his face towards yours but you shoved his face down into the bed, muffling his moans.
“did you ask to kiss me?” you scolded him, pulling his head up by his horn.
“i-i’m sorry-! please please can you kiss me…!” itto begged, barley able to think.
“good boy” you smiled and motioned for him to flip onto his back.
as soon as he was on his back your hand was on his dick again, jerking him off faster than last time and fucking him harder than last time too, your lips met his and you kissed him hard, giving him exactly what he wanted. his legs wrapped around your waist and his nails clawed on your back, the new angle letting you go deeper than before.
he moaned loudly into your mouth as he came all over his hickey covered torso and his nails dug especially hard into your back as he came. he laid there for a moment, not saying anything before opening his mouth and smiling.
“i won!”