Fujin is absurdly crazy about you. Crazy.

Shirking his duties as protector of Earthrealm just to be in yours arms for a few minutes. Kissing your face all over, licking your cheeks, moaning like a satisfied dog when your fingers run so freely through his long, soft white hair. He loves you. Adores you. Worships you, even.

There isn't a part of you that Fujin doesn't love, and maybe that's saying something, considering his clinginess can be a bit suffocating. But can you blame him? Fujin always waits for you to fall asleep first, because for him, seeing your sleeping face on his biceps guarantees him a good night's sleep.

But sometimes, on certain nights of sleep, Fujin might be a little dissatisfied with the lack of your presence. I mean, why aren't you telling him how much you love him now? Sleep can wait. Sure, he understands your tiredness, but can you please understand his neediness?

“Sweetheart.” Fujin whispered, his lips gently touching your neck. If you still have a shred of sanity left in your sleepy state, you might notice that he’s grinding his hips against yours. He looks desperate. Warm. Soft.

“Please. Please, baby, wake up.” He whispered, his teeth scraping against your neck. It’s not hard to tell by the state he’s in, he needs something. You. Just you.

His naturally cold hands went under your shirt, his fingers contrasting with your warm skin.