HABIT x Male! Reader

Chapter 12 - Mouthing off 🍋🍋

"Yep, now there's no doubt who makes you moan."
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I blush and look at my feet, I don't know how to feel about it. There's a mix of pride and left over fear, this is something that I don't dislike, but will have to get used to. As I'm slipping on my pants, Habit stops me. "Let me put something on that, don't want it o get infected or irritated. I know that's uncomfortable for you humans." He turns and goes into the hall. "I'll be right back, be a good boy and sit." He says, pointing at the bed. I sigh and sit, at least he's gonna take care of the thing he caused. Habit smirks and walks off, in search of a first aid kit. I sit there, thinking about what just happened between us, my member gives a twitch at the memory, the glint of the knife as it came down. If he wanted to, Habit could have ended me right then and there, yet he missed. I get the feeling he doesn't usually miss...

Habit walks back in, leaving the door open as he presents the first aid kit. It looks a little dusty. "Okay, let me see here." He sets the kit down and digs through it. He holds up a long wrapped bandage. He moves to sit on his knees in front of me, I can't help but think of him choking on my member. My little me gives a strong twitch and begins to rise again. I blush hard and look away as Habit notices, then looks up at me through his lashes.

"Someone is still riled up. Let me patch you up first then we can take care of your other...problems." He purrs. A shiver wracks my body, my member twitching again. I can feel his fingers ghosting over my thigh, carefully wrapping the bandage around it.

I feel him tuck in the loose end of the bandage and pull his hands away. I look down at him, keeping my face averted. I see him watching me, his eyes dark. "I'm already down here, would you like my mouth, little Rabbit?~" my hips involuntarily twitch forward, my voice coming out breathy, "Y-yes..." His attention turns to my core as he smirks, his face drawing near. I watch as he licks his lips and draws even closer.

I look away, flustered. I shudder as his breath hits the head, causing another twitch as well. I fell as his hands gently trail up my thighs traveling to the place I need him the most. When I simply can't stand the teasing, I look down at him and whisper, "Please-" this single word sparks his actions. One hand secures my base, mouth meeting my tip. I moan as my member goes into Habits mouth, his other hand caressing my sack.

I watch as Habits head bobs and hands caress. I let out breathy moans, leaning back, my arms supporting me. He looks up at me through his lashes as he works. I can feel his tongue pressing against the underside of my shaft, my tip carefully slipping into the back of his throat. My head angles up to the ceiling, closing my eyes at the sensation.

A few minutes pass, Habit's mouth and throat drawing me closer and closer to my end. He draws louder and louder moans from me. I can feel my edge getting very close, my hips twitch forward as his head comes down, pushing myself deeper than I was before. I look down, the sensation of being deeper unlocked something in me. I let out a growl of a moan and sit up a bit more. My hands go to his head and my fingers tangle in his hair. I see his eyes go wide and he lets go of my base as I pull his head down onto me.

I huff as I take control of his head, my member going further down Habit's throat. I feel him cough, his throat squeezing around me. I feel a twinge of guilt but I can't stop. I begin to thrust into his mouth, gripping his hair tightly as moans and growls rip through me. I feel myself get sloppy, hips thrusting to match the pace of when I push his head.

I let out a long, loud moan and bury my member as deep into his throat as I can manage, my seed shooting down his throat. I rest there for just a second, then pull out when I head a muffled gag. I let go of Habit's hair, guilt filling my face as I see him sit up. Habit's face is red, tears and saliva running down it. He is gasping for air, mouth still open and limp. His eyes meet mine with a glazed over, lustful look.

I give him a soft smile, "Sorry about that... I got carried away... I won't let it happen again." I apologize. This may have been to much for him. I see him gulp, wipe the fluids off his face and smile. "I actually really liked how rough you got... put me in the shoes of prey for once." He chuckles, voice a bit scratchy. I sigh and stand up. "We have sandwiches waiting in the kitchen. And some water would be good for both of us." I say.

"What the fuck!?!" is yelled from the hallway. I look over surprised. I see a man, slightly larger, with dark hair and beard. He has bruises and cuts all over him, some of his clothes are stained with blood. I blush and sit back down. Habit smiles wide and slowly stands. "Hello Vin, enjoy the show?" He asks, a touch of dark and danger in his voice. Habit stretches his neck and I see Vinny shudder. Vinny turns away and speed walks down the stairs. Habit laughs and turns back to me.

"That's Vinny. Don't mind him much, he's just a sour puss." Habit bends down and hands me my boxers and pants. "I'll meet you in the kitchen. Be mindful of that bandage now." He says as he walks out, shutting the door behind him.

I sit there staring at the door, wondering, "What have I gotten myself into???"
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1041 words!! I hope you enjoyed this chapter! I know I had lots of fun writing it! Also, sorry it took so long to write, I've been working on a VERY big project! I'm making my own YouTube ARG!!! It's called the John Doe Journals, and I will upload once a week (for now ;D) I hope you will check it out!!
Anyway, see you later Rabbits! 💜💜💜