The brainless leader of the Arataki Gang handcuffs himself to you in order to piss you off. He has no idea that the restraints cannot be broken nor unlocked without a key, which is lost.
arataki itto x fem!reader
art credits: 腐瓜烂橘 and _siiin
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You were swept into a vortex of oblivion. That was the most eloquent way to describe it.
Everything that had transpired an hour before was now a fog in your memory. All that remained in your recollections was hearing Ayato's faint voice calling out for you two and then the warmth of Itto's gentle embrace which was full of affection—like overflowing love, firmly enclosing you inside a cocoon.
Even now, you couldn't concentrate on what was going on around you.
Where am I?
Your sleepy eyes fooled your vision, making everything appear a haze. You nearly forgot about going to the Grand Market Exhibition until your ears regained their senses and picked up on the raucous surroundings as well as the insanely large crowd milling around you—all motions becoming apparent streaks of blur.
Then came the recovery of your sense of smell, the mindful inhalation appreciating the dry-braised salted fish placed in front of you with the aftermath of the charcoal flame practically teasing your nose. It was, however, left untouched. Not a single bite was taken from your plate and it wasn't because you were a picky eater, but because you didn't have an appetite during the time.
That reminded you—the beautiful moment of being taken to cloud nine when your need for release was finally met. Your gaze shifted to the oni beside you, trailing down to his gorgeous muscular abs and then lower to his lap. The way he reassured you that he didn't need the favour returned was touching, yet you still felt bad.
You were curious. Did the carnal lust magically fade away or was his boner tucked beneath the waistband of his boxers to conceal it? With his baggy pants, you honestly couldn't tell.
They say that the intimacy of an experience is what really causes us to feel attached to someone—and you were definitely feeling that right now. For some reason, the longer you stared at Itto's side profile, the more attractive he appeared. Why haven't you noticed this before? Thankfully, the half oni was oblivious to your fascination, too preoccupied with his friend sitting across from him and flashing him an arrogant smirk.
