Spring is lovely this time of year in Inazuma. Lovely weather, lovely flowers; all of the changes in the environment signal a plethora of future opportunities—and it’s surprisingly made even lovelier by the changes in your equally lovely oni.
“C’mon, don’t go. Groceries can wait, work can wait. I need you here with me.” A high-pitched whine bubbles up Itto’s throat as he nosed at your neck. God, you smelled good. The urge to drown you in his scent, to mark you as his for everyone to see, is nigh impossible to resist.
Amusingly more possessive, Itto’s rut brings the normally prideful oni to his knees. He’s got you trapped in a bundle of blankets and clothes (like some sort of makeshift nest), beefy arms enveloping your waist to prevent potential escape.