He seriously can't keep off you. You're just trying to enjoy a movie together, cuddling on your couch while the TV plays some action movie. He picked the movie, but for the last 30 minutes he's been kissing on your neck. Pulling you closer, trying anything to get you to just pay attention to him.
"I know I p-picked the movie-" His pout is just too cute, you already feel like giving in. "J-Jus' wanna touch you.."
And how can you say no? You're straddling his lap, hips rocking slow as you kiss. Toby's so desperate for more, the kiss doesn't break until he's panting for air. His hands grip your waist just to try and force you down harder. He's pressing into you so hard, the bulge in his jeans prodding at your clothed pussy. Twitching under you, bucking his hips against the tension. He's just so pathetically obsessed, you don't even need to be fucking for him to get the necessary satisfaction. Even when he cums from the friction he's not truly done. Gorgeous brown eyes looking up at you, begging you for just a bit more.
The movie doesn't even matter as the credits roll, and he's still distracted with just you.
you weren’t quite sure how you’d got here, face down and ass up with habit drilling you into your mattress. your senses were overwhelmed by him; his touch, his smell and the way he huffed and growled with every rough piston of his hips.
“this tight little cunt. just perfect for me, isn’t it?” he grunted, landing a harsh smack on your ass when you didn’t respond fast enough. you couldn’t, not with your face stuffed in the pillows and his tip brushing your cervix so deliciously.. he was totally wrecking you.
he hooked his arm around your neck and pulled you up roughly. your cheeks smooshed against his bicep and your back arching just right. he never stopped his thrusts, tilting his head to the side to catch a glimpse of your damp cheeks and swollen lips. “got you all fucked dumb.. c’mon, beg for my load.” he demanded as he tightened his grip around your neck.
“beg. for. it.” he accentuated every word with a rough and deep thrust which only made you cry out louder. finally snapping yourself back into reality you clumsily blurted; “cum in me!— fuck, please!. i want it inside!.” you begged, tumbling over your own words but desperately craving release.
his pace quickened, immediately followed by the overwhelming feel of him bottoming out and letting his cum spill inside. he grinded against you a few more times, rolling his hips to ride out his orgasm before eventually pulling out to admire the creamy mess he left on your bruised cunt.
“you want me to hug you?” habit asked, staring at you like you’d lost your mind.
you tilted your head, eyes still teary and your hands bunched in the cuffs of the hoodie you wore. you’d had one of the worst days of your life, and all you wanted was to be held.
“you always hug me,” your voice cracked a little, a fabric-hidden fist lifting to wipe at freshly fallen tears, “do you hate me now? am i too clingy?”
habit slowly, very slowly, pointed at the body slung over his shoulder, “sorry, is there not a fuckin’ guy on my shoulder right now? you want me to group hug with my dinner, sweets?” your reddened eyes scanned the body, a wave of sadness making your shoulders droop.
then, he saw the gears clicking in your head.
“don’t you dare,” he spat, “don’t you fucking do it.”
“please?” your eyes, watery and utterly devastated, met his. the body fell to the ground with an unceremonious thud, and you were grabbed. habit’s teeth sunk into the covered area of your shoulder, grumbling in disdain as he held you.
“just can’t say no to you. pitiful pathetic thing,” he groaned, pulling away. he ignored the minimal blood and grime that had smeared against the front of the garment. his hand reached up, fingers digging into your cheeks and gently shaking your head, “only person in the damn world who pisses me off like this.”
you smiled cutely, and a deep purple hue passed through his irises. habit’s gaze dropped to the ground, boot pushing against the body, “guess i’ll starve. y’need me too much to let me eat, huh?”
he noticed the way you almost curled in on yourself in shame, eyes averting to the floor. “so sensitive today, sweetheart,” he muttered, bending slightly to pick you up. you blinked and the body was gone, and you assumed it was now in his basement—where he would later reconvene.
“how bad a’day was it?”
“the worst,” you whispered as he plopped on the couch. he kept you in his lap, letting you nuzzle up to him. as a result of your hands gently tracing the lines of his palms, habit internally cursed when his chest began to unwillingly rumble with purrs.
he was starving, but he, and he will never tell you this, preferred to cradle you like this over anything else. it inflated his ego majorly, your need to seek him out after a bad day only proving that you do need him.
and he supposed it was nice to be needed.
“love you,” you sleepily mumbled, stifling a giggle when habit heavily sighed.
“you’re a fuckin’ handful.”
he wouldn’t have it any other way.
but don’t tell him that, he hasn’t accepted it yet.
✦’’~ Habit Headcannon's: Spring Fever (Fem!Reader x Rut!Habit)
"No- I can't take it anymore.. please I need you.."
What I think it'd be like to deal with your boyfriend who refuses to admit that he's in heat, and doesn't push it till he's practically dying, desperate, and groaning mindlessly inside you <3
Warning!! Sexual content below cut!! Viewer discretion advised!! <33
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As soon as spring comes around, he becomes the horniest man on the planet. He's antsy and needy. And for once, he's the one begging for attention. (Though he won't admit it. Actions speak louder then words if anything.)
"Just- fucking stay there."
"Where do you think you're going? No- no, that's not happening."
"Fucking listen to me. Stop fighting me on this for once."
But none of his behaviour comes to be unexpected. Since after dating him it only really came with the same perk every spring. That at the same week of April—that whenever the hair on his arms stuck up, so did his own cock.
He hated it, of course. Wanted nothing more than to stop just having this little issue of his because of how cocky it made you. You tortured him into patience. Always so easily ignoring his whines like there were nothing more than blowing wind outside.
Because you wanted him to admit it. To say "(name), your right, you are..I need you bad"
So instead he tried to play it cool—especially when it, his rut, first started. Play the 'waiting game' and pretending he didn't crave desperatly to grind his cock into his precious bunny everytime your scent even wafted in his nose.
Because, even in those first few days—he still tried to play the character of someone the ache couldn't help him keep up with. Each day becoming more and more disgustingly territorial of you. Not in an obvious, clingy way either—he's more subtle, possessive with his things. He'll stand too close behind you. Appearing whenever someone else touches you. Even go as far as quietly inserting himself into your personal space like he belongs there.
His behaviour changed, too. He'll start to act less "human" or at least struggle to mimic them enough to blend in during his rut. He get's impatient. Blunt. And very very irritable.
His physical instincts spike hard. He’ll circle around reader a lot, lean down close to smell them, rest his chin on their shoulder unexpectedly, hold onto wrists or waists longer than necessary. Not always aggressive—just instinctively possessive.
His voice would probably change a little too—become rougher, quieter, more growling underneath his words when he’s irritated. Especially if you're near him while he’s already worked up. (Which is always.)
Gets worst with boundaries too. If you tells him “no” or tries to push him away, he’d go eerily still for a second before backing off. Acting as if he'd been caught doing something he himself couldn't believe he was doing.
"Forget it. I don't get what's going on with me"
While the both of you know full while what the issue is. He just refuses to let himself give into it.
If anything, the scariest part honestly was be how self-aware he is of himself. He knows his behavior is abnormal. Knows he’s being obsessive. But just refuses to act on it.
As days passed, though? His rut getttinfg familarly worse. Sleep becomes impossible. Obviously speaking, he finds himself jerking off more and more frequently to ease the pressure. Going as far as starting to pace the hallway till early morning to distract himself
He even starts getting unusually reactive to jealousy. Someone flirting with you? Talking to you? God forbid—touching you in a passing shoulder bump. Suddenly that person has terrible luck. Things go missing. They start feeling watched. Habit never admits anything, obviously.
“You’re mine right now. That’s just how this works.”
Also!! On a sorta side note, his rut would probably make his entity traits stronger. More glitches in cameras around him. More distortions in sound audio, not just to others voices but his as well.
But when he finally gives in?
"Okay- fuck, you win. You're right, is that what me to say?"
"Want me to admit that you're right? God- I hate you"
Yet? Beaides anything he may spit. He's absolutly pathetic the moment he slips it in. He'll make sounds. Not just groaning, he'll whine, and pant like he can't take it anymore.
He cums fast as shit too. Poor thing really. Can't hold up when he feels your body hugged around him in the slightest. But his endurance is fucking crazy good for the first couple rounds until his hips get lazier and sloppier each time his cock grinds into you.
Knots in you.
Doesn't even care if you get pregnant. He's too sex hungry to care, and at this point, your brains to drunk on the pleasure to fight it.
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