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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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alpha! jo, so loving so caring, loves leaving his favorite hoodies in your drawers, or wrapping them around you when you’re feeling particularly down after waking up horribly and just need a lil boost with his cozy, loving scent.

alpha!jo, always winding down after a long day right in your neck, face tucked into the warm and sweet-filled spot until he’s drowning in your scent and his heavy weight becomes even heavier as he fully relaxes on top of you, laying his heavy body over yours.

alpha!jo thumbing at your mating mark just to subtly remind you he’s always there and yours, whenever and however the circumstance. loves admiring the claiming bite mark you left on his neck during the morning when he’s brushing his teeth in front of the mirror, loves the difference of how small and dainty the mark is; a true representation of how you are to him as well >.<

alpha!jo, letting you set the tone and pace for anything and everything you do as a relationship. he loves to follow through your plans and smell the sweetness in your scent when you get satisfied with the way he handles everything exactly the way you want. this can be said in and out of bed, just the relationship dynamic in general.

alpha!maki, always so silly and the most flamboyant boy you’ve known, kissing you and tugging you into hugs and openly scents you because his love is so big, he can’t keep it down when he wants to express it to you!!

alpha!maki’s favorite expression of his need being through love bites. his teeth so perfectly sharp for the best bite marks indented into your skin; whether it’d be small nibbles on your shoulder or on the tips of your fingers, or big open bites on your cheek after a moment of play fighting or on your ass cheek when he just gets the sudden urge from cuteness aggression ><

alpha!maki who’s growls turn into a whine when he gets so aroused and you don’t acknowledge it and he can’t do anything about it, or when you tease him about it before going back to your friends at this get together. becomes pouty and handsy like a pup, till you finally get into your house, scent going wild. ><

alpha!maki that teases you by putting on this big alpha buff man that protects and becomes over possessive with you but he knows you lowkey like it when he’s biting onto your shoulder and wrapping a broad arm around your waist and licking at your cheek randomly.. this doesn’t count for in bed though, we know this >///< he’s whatever you want him to be with a sharp smirk on his plumped lips. ><<<<

the gentle wind is billowing between you, speaking for you and filling in the silence. you don’t know where it came from, or how it conjured since all you’re doing is having a lovely picnic date he planned spontaneously. the ice cream is nice, cooling your already heated skin but suddenly you don’t have the strength to keep raising your small spoon to your mouth anymore.

it’s so heavy, weighing your limbs down, you have no other choice than to lower your gaze, letting the wind cover your eyes with strands of your hair over your face. the vanilla is still present on your tongue, but it feels too heavy to even formulate words right now.

and quietly, he sees it all, letting you sort out or soak in the experience with silence as he continues eating his mint chocolate treat. his eyes never once leave you because the sight of this happening was once in a lifetime, powerful since you’re allowing this to happen in front of him. he’ll never take it for granted, he’ll hold onto the moment.

it takes however long for you to finally yourself again, to sort through it all and realize what it was that you felt. a dense mixture of appreciation, intense longing, desire for connection, devotion, a yearning that seemed much farther than normal— it escapes you with a deep exhale, shaky because it was either that or just letting it fall down your cheeks in hot tears. you don’t want to alarm him, make him think that this date was a bad idea where you suddenly just melt in sparkly tears. you just feel deeply and … this time, you think he can relate. you know he can relate.

again, you don’t say anything afterwards, keeping your emotions tight within your chest, thrumming in your sternum and up your throat but you push it down by taking another scoop of ice cream passed your lips. you’re not alone in this, you fell hard. quietly, to not shake your softness, sometime amidst your silence he shuffled closer enough to close the wide space between you. sitting across from you, he settles down by your side, still facing you and still picking at his ice cream, but now raising his spoon to your lips.

share with me. a slight plea, a small opening.

unshed tears cling onto your lashes when they flutter open, meeting his soft gaze. heavy, you feel heavy, but your lips wrap around his spoon as your eyes start blurring and bridge of your nose starts stinging. it’s his way of letting you know he accepts your intensity, wants to see it, wants you to show him, that he’ll take all of it because he loves all of you. the small plastic slips out your mouth and he swiftly plants a small peck onto your burning cheek as you lower your gaze again, smiling softly when he slightly pulls away just to see what’s the next emotion to paint onto your pretty features. you burn bright, heated with his love and you feel it. his presence makes you ache, his touch, his sincerity. his thigh brushing against yours, his scent wafting into your twitching nose, his lips planted on your cheek still in a fantom kiss.

“you burned me, nicholas.” your words crumble him. you ruined me, your mind supplies but you wouldn’t call it ruined. he left his mark on your beating heart but in the most purest form. in a way that leaves you feeling fulfilled, cherished, devotedly full. his narrowed eyes stay softened, eyebrows twitching as you finally share your intensity— feeling it immediately affect him even more.

it was your turn this time, lifting up your spoon to his mouth, watching as the same emotions swirl in his eyes and full expression. his lips part, taking in the sweetness and the weight of your whispered words, leaving the spoon empty between your fingertips.

allow me to see, seeking for his intensity since you know he feels the same.

he feels it in the air, the charge of all the emotions you both feel meddling between your physical bodies, loaded onto his sharp features until they soften with the same ache. his expression visibly crumbles, and he finds it hard to swallow down the sweet with the ball of sentiment lumped in his jumping throat. can’t bring himself to look away, eyebrows furrowing upwards just the slightest. it hurts, but in a way he wants. in a way he has desired. he’s so thankful, so appreciative, you feel the same. you feel deep, but you’re not alone in this.

he nods his head once. wants you to know that he understands, he acknowledges, he agrees, he relates — in every sense possible.

a small chuckle suddenly escapes through his nostrils and his smile gingerly twitches at the curling corners of his pinkish lips. you’re both so lovesick, heavy with fever, in the way your gazes were heated. his lopsided smile makes yours grow, of course he’d understand. his lips press onto your cheek once more after your softening stare.

and when he pulls away again, all you see in his face was pure admiration. it sticks on even after he puts his attention back and smiling down at the half full cup of ice cream, scrapping out the rest on his spoon to keep feeding you. his cheeks rosy, tip of his nose pink, narrowed eyes glistening with sparkles and stars as they gaze over your beauty.

no amount of cool winds could chill your buzzing skin. no amount of ice cream can cool the burn you feel deep within for each other. he knows this. you know this.

it was just a soft picnic date in the neighborhood park, a cool chill settling in along the soft night, sunset painting the sky an array of dusk orange and pinks…

but being on any date with nicholas always turns into one of the most sacred experiences you can have. and it’ll always be with him.

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