⌗★𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐬𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥

his concern started after you asked him to spend your heat with him one winter season before the tiresome week came, relationship already so tightly bonded to the point where it didn’t matter if he still hadn’t presented— you want him, you trusted him, you needed him. he should be brimming with glee, very honored and happy that you’ve asked for him, to share the most vulnerable sacred part of being an omega within a relationship. plus you’ve both heard that being near an omega during heat can trigger presentation, so why not. but then his concern grew throughout the week, when he realized your cries for more made him realize he really couldn’t give you exactly what your body biologically needed.

he kept hearing your soft murmurs of reassurance lingering in his head, that ‘he’s more than enough and that you wouldn’t want anything else,’ but he can’t help his small frown when he saw you squirming and asking for his knot. one he didn’t have.

and he knows you don’t mean it, heat clouded mind trying to get out what your scorching hot body needs, but it still makes him a bit upset nevertheless. the small nagging in the back of his head insistent and mean :(

the shower after when you came to was extremely needed, both your bodies exhausted but mustering enough energy to scrub each other dowwnnn with lavender wash with your pink loofas, he starts the familiar debrief you both have after any carnal activity. taki’s rubbing out your tensed lower back muscle when you ask if he’s okay with how it happened, and it ends up with the both of you debriefing completely about everything and making the decision to actually wait till he presents, no matter how long it takes. you’ll be there waiting, because it’s taki, and it hurts you to see him so upset because of you. a bit of tears trickle from both your eyes as you embrace each other in the tightest hug within the steaming shower. and as you’re caressing the lil wispy hairs on his nape, you whisper the sweet words you’ll always directed towards him, “i’ll always wait for you, baby.”

months have passed since your last shared heat, things have gotten lighter and you’ve both grown even closer, taki’s presentation still nowhere present. with his permission and his agreement, you both even tried triggering it earlier with some suggestions of doctors after monthly check ups and some random tricks you’ve looked up online. you’ve started scenting him a lot more, rubbing your wrists and your cheek against his scent glands every two hours since it wouldn’t stick as long, mounting him whenever you get the chance and sticking your nose into his neck to get the lightest whiff of his cozy tonka bean scent that barely wafts from the gland. you keep trying. you’ve tried different mating rituals and exercises together to boost pheromones, to no avail. you’ve even tried sticking your fingers drenched with your slick into his mouth in one night of desperation, but nothing seems to be working and you’re getting closer to your second heat of the year, in summer season.

you wanted to spend it with him but you’ve both agreed not to until he felt comfortable. yes, he’d be there in the same vicinity, just in case for an emergency, but not as an active helper, you know? and he knows no matter how much you whine for him when the time does come, how much he hears your cries from the other room of the dildos he bought you not being enough, you’ve both agreed to keep the distance…

until finally it works. looking back at it, you are not sure what the fuck happened but something about this heat in that sudden moment was clearly different from before. something triggered taki’s secondary presentation as he was walking down the hallway towards your room with your snacks on hand, on his way to help you replenish your energy after the first rolling wave of your heat dwindled down. taki felt it heavy, laid thick over his skin until it perspired and stopped him in his tracks and widened his eyes in confusion, making him stumble a bit from how sudden and overwhelming it was. fuck, he felt hot around the edges, senses immediately spiking, small packet of chips crushing in his tightening fist as he tries to collect his bearings against the nearest.

he felt the growl rumble deep from his heaving chest, aching to roar out when his nostrils flared at the only scent surrounding his entire being; yours. his entire senses revolved around you, reddened ears figuratively perking up at the sound of your muffled noises. how could he hear beyond layers of walls and even the drenched pillow your face was planted on was something he did not care about, all he wanted was to get to you. help you, help his omega. and my god, have you always smelled this delicious? and this freely for others to take a whiff passing you by on the street? was this the possession he’s always read on the alpha section in anatomy books? was this the sudden urge to take and claim brimming from the pit of his stomach at just the smell of you? all the new sensations and thoughts and emotions ran like a train as he trudges towards your closed door, stopping on the most important previous conversation you both had before this heat:

that if he does somehow present randomly, you both consented wholeheartedly to spend the rest of your heat together, ending the conversation in a fit of hopeful giggles and an interlinked pinky promise between your bodies. it thrums through his mind when he comes back to his weary senses to see himself already inside your room, blinking away the blur in his dilated pupils to meet the figure squirming in the middle of a disheveled nest full of his clothes and underwear. your scent hits him full on, and all he can zero in on is you. your pretty face raising from your pillow at the strong vanilla billowing into the room, contorted in a mixture of confusion, relief, sadness, happiness, desperate desire. tear tracks shine on your cheeks, pouty lips raw and nose slightly runny, you never looked more ravishing. but is this really enough to continue? are you both sure?

“taki, please.” as if you were reading his mind, you answer him immediately with your sweet broken voice, almost falling out the nest from urgency as you rush to crawl towards the edge closest to the door. oh, maybe it’s your heat that amplifies his sweet tonka, but you smell another layers underneath, a bitter-tart dark cherry and musky sandalwood that wraps around you entirely until you melt and slump back to sit onto your calves— fully awakened. he’s finally presented.

somehow your omega feels it, purring as he takes two full strides in front of you and leaning into his palm when it hovers towards your cheek. the musk is so potent by his wrist, your hand clasps it close as you’re afraid he’ll pull away again, unable to stop yourself from giving him little nibbles against the sweet skin. “…alpha?”

that’s exactly what taki is, your alpha, and that’s all he needed to hear, breaking him out of the sweet world that is your heated skin against his clammy palm and your warm milky cream smell mixing with his, as if your omega already claimed him as the one (we all been knew). it sounds delicious rolling off your limp tongue. it doesn’t take him long to get you presented, using his lower tone for the first time and watching you melt as if you were in a trance, voice rougher than usual, coating his hardened cock with your bubbling slick and sinking in. throughout the night and early morning, he keeps growling in your ear as his hips rut feverishly like a wolf in rut himself, “i’m sorry for making you wait so long, my omega.” your whines are muffled, incoherent because, fuck, you’re both finally getting everything you ever wanted for each other. his arm flexes tighter around your neck, bicep and forearm squishing your cheeks together as your claws dig deep into his skin, raising your ass because you want it all, you wanna take him in. even when his knot starts to form, thick and stretching you impossibly taught when he insistently presses it passed the muscle. finally, taki’s alpha purrs when he realizes he’s pleasing you, giving you want you’ve always wanted to feel.

“please, alpha— mpphh, ri-ki … give meee,” you’re rambling with a cracking voice, eyes blurry behind hooded eyelids viewing nothing but your headboard in front of you, feeling him override all your senses. he’ll give you everything, even the mark he bites into the side of your nape when you mindlessly plead for it!!

taki tries his hardest keeping all his groans with his face nuzzled into your shoulder but he ends up combusting when he feels your entire body seize with your orgasm, slick gushing between his thrusts in audible plaps. your satisfied moan mingles easily with his soft groans, almost drowned out when he suddenly gets louder from how goes it all feels. you fit perfect together, his alpha preening with nothing but pure joy.

after sedating your heat’s second wave, filling you to the brim with his thick load and keeping it in with his knot, he gently turns you around and does all the things he’s ever wanted with your sexes still attached. scenting you properly and nuzzling his cheek against yours, as though wouldn’t keep his scent lingering on you for a week straight. licking your tears and drool away from your face and lips, letting you sink your fangs into his own neck with a completing mating mark of your own. licking you clean all around until he hears your soft giggle upon feeling the ticklish familiar action. taki will stick by you, showing his appreciation for you in every way possible.

the morning waking up out of your heat, the first thing you noticed was the heavy amounts of cherry note floating in the thick air, sex and sweat alike, but more potent next to you in the torn apart nest. you look towards the side, catching his sleeping form covered with nothing other than littered marks, blossoming purplish red all over his body. how did you manage to get your teeth marks on his puffy cheek, you don’t even know. other questions put aside, you shuffle closer to him and his body welcoming you in without an ounce of hesitation, arm mindlessly curling around your waist as you inhale him. fully claimed by you, your alpha. you had a feeling he would present as such, but you’ve waited patiently till the world has decided when should be the right time. now you couldn’t want anything better.

“taki..” your soft tone was the best wake up call he ever had. his eyelashes don’t budge, pout pursing a bit, so you try again, fingertip poking at his freshly new mating mark, petting over the sweet reminder. you try again, knowing his reddened ears already heard you the first time.

“rikiii..”

“hmngggh..”

“… knot me again?”

“…. baby… was the last six not enough?” he only teases lightly, but you both know he wouldn’t mind giving what his omega wants.

“mm i don’t think so. you still have to make up for the ones you couldn’t give me before..”

at least now you both can giggle about it together, scrunch noses fluttering together in eskimo kisses. <3

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you whine again, immediately shuffling backwards to pull away from him completely, but fuma’s used to your different movements. he follows you with his entire body when you push away and sit up against the headboard, keeping his fingers still plunged deep in your cunt as he invades your space and traps you against the wooden board, other hand pressing open your thigh. your hands grip the cushioned pillows underneath your ass in tight fists, trapped beneath your spread thighs as you bite onto your already bruised lip while still keeping your eyes on his. you let the raw skin snap back to place, jutting it out in the same pout as before. tenderized voice shaking, you ask softly, “what is it? fuma, please don’t be mean—”

your continuous whines are desperate. either he fingers you properly or you’re pulling away completely again..

“patience, baby. i swear i’ll give you everything you want, just play with me?” fuma’s pretty tone pets over your nerves like magic, just like the fingers nestled deep inside your walls, curling just slightly to rub. that’s when he feels it, the gentle yet immediate squeeze they apply around his long fingers, just from the sweet murmured pet name. he grins like he’s the only person who knows the game that already started, which is exactly what’s happening. he watches your tense walls slowly crumble from the flutter of your lashes, the small sharp gasp falling from your parted lips, the way your head nods just briefly in submission.

“i need words, doll.” he murmurs, smiling harder when your body responds faster for you unknowingly, your words lagging behind while your walls clench tighter around this thick fingers. of course, you’d love doll, perfect for the beauty he sees right in front of him right now; rounded eyes glimmering with brimming tears and framed by sticky lashes that flutter with every subtle nudge his fingers move. they fuck you shallowly, not enough movement to satisfy but just enough to remind you of their presence, still stuffing you and simmering your need. you gulp down the saliva building in your mouth, coating your dry throat, but your soft words still crack a bit when they stumble passed your lips.

“yes.. okay, yes, i’ll play with you.” you’re so out of it, you don’t realize what’s going on, what exactly he wants to test. but you don’t have any further questions of it at all, just focusing on being good for him.

“there’s my sweetheart, you love being good for me, don’t you, honey?” he feels the constricted space let up a bit enough where he can slightly part his fingers in a gentle scissoring motion, but still being replaced by your weeping slick, growing more viscous by the minutes because of his soft yet assertive presence. okay, he smiles with thought, breaking eye contact to stare at the mess, so not those pet names. your arousal glistens where it trickles down his palm, pooling at the center, he can’t help his poorly suppressed smile when he looks back up at you, taking the time to rake his eyes over your entire quivering torso and heaving chest.

“mhm, please..” voice hoarse, you’re still looking down at the mess when he looks at your every reaction. your eyes followed his when they darted downwards, but stayed on the mess, like you’re in awe but how affected you are, how sensitive and preceptive your body is towards him. it’s so sweet, you’re so sweet, he’ll give you a little bit of what you want. his fingers slowly glide out with ease until they breach your hole with just his rosy fingertips, plunging back in with a squelch at the same time he murmurs his words,

“my sweet bunny, you’re so needy for me, do you even know what you’re asking for?”

your jaw drops with a moan, body jolting from the sudden intrusion. fuma couldn’t even curl his fingers up against your wall before you’re clamping down with the tightest grip. his head tilts, eyeing carefully at the twitching eyebrows furrowing underneath your ruffled hair. he knows how sensitive you are to that pet name specifically, sensitive to the view of his thick fingers parting your puffed folds and sinking into your weeping hole. “that’s it.. that’s the one, huh..” he murmurs mostly to himself, but you’re not catching it.

your mind is dumbed, clouded with need, you don’t even think your words through, just bluntly rambling the truth. you’re gradually slumping against the headboard in your scrunched position but you’re too weak to even fix yourself, shaking your head to his gentle teasing instead. “nooooooo, i dunno. please, just give me.. n-need you, fuma.”

“god, it’s like you don’t even want me to fuck you anymore, holding onto my fingers that tight.” he purrs, moving to keep looking at your face when your head tips back against the headboard, eyes fluttering shut. “pussy’s being so greedy, isn’t she darling?”

he can practically feel you throbbing around him at the coy petname, watching your teeth clench behind wobbling lips as you do the most you can to nod along, smiling when you open your eyes back up at him as his fingertips gently stroke your superior wall, fingers still not moving.

“you don’t like this game, do you..” he pouts when you do, leaning in to press soft pecks along your heated cheek, feeling your muscle twitch when you wince at the feather like touch. you don’t like this game at all, just feeling his stilled fingers fill you with no other movement or stimulation. your swollen clit is throbbing, he could at least a lil pay attention there too… maybe you are just greedy, maybe he just spoiled you. he hushes your whines as his trailing kisses land onto your raw bitten lips.

“i’ll give you everything if you tell me who is it exactly that needs me..”

“me— i do, fuma. i need—”

“who?”

“…your bunny.” there you go, fuma’s completely satisfied. the carnal want is thick in your whiny tone, poured into his mouth. now he knows, smiling so hard when you and your body tell him exactly what he wants to hear and feel.

“oh? my bunny? needs me to fuck my fingers already, right?” he chuckles, teasing just a bit more before doing exactly that, watching as your hooded eyes roll slightly once his fingers finally thrusted with a single motion, turning with the twist of his wrist. the sigh you huff against his lips was full of pure satisfaction, body quivering from just that one pump, overly sensitive already.

at the end, what he said was true, this little game of his did help you with what you both wanted.

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