•Ghost BC• ~Oneshots and HC's~

⛔️Air x Reader - First heat after a long time⛔️

This is the first Air ghoul, the one everyone says is scary. And yeah, I think some of the older ghouls need more love.
TW: Blood (tiny bit)
Contains: Marking, biting, knotting, rough sex
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You have a headache that's been bugging you all day and nothing you've done has made it any better. You lay down on your bed and think. You don't know why, but you kinda want to go talk to Air. Maybe he'll be able to help.

You get and head to the ghouls wing. You knock on the door to his room before going in.
He has his back partially turned to you and he's leaning on his desk.

His behavior seems to catch you off guard. He's breathing somewhat heavily, his tail's twitching a lot, and he just kinda seemed agitated.

"Air? What's wrong?" You ask, stepping into the room and closing the door.
He turns to face you, sighing.

"What do you want?" he asks, his tail flicking nervously. He would fully face you which is what you find odd.

"W-well, I wanted to ask if you could help with my headache, but... is something bothering you? You won't look at me," you walk closer and he seems to get worse.

"N-nothing's wr-wrong," he says, but it comes out more as a groan. "Just- s-step back-"

You look at him strangely, and you kinda catch a glimpse of his face. It's very flush and his pupils are super constricted.

You've seen this once before.

"A-Air? Are you in rut?"
His entire body begins to vibrate and he takes a deep breath. He nods.

You see him bite his lip and his claws dig into his desk.
You walk over to him and put your hand on his shoulder.

He looks over at you and his pupils get very dilated.
You notice the very large tent in his pants. His tail starts twitching more aggressively. You can tell he's trying to resist pinning you up against the wall and fucking you relentlessly.

"Air, please... I want to help, but I don't know how. Please, just tell me what's wrong," you say.
"You need to go." He mumbles.

"Huh?"
"I-...ngh-" He takes a few steps back, nearly tripping over his own feet.

You sigh, but he doesn't notice as he stumbles backwards and falls into his desk. You get a better look at his current state.

He's completely flushed in the face, his pupils are very dilated, and he's rock hard.

You raise an eyebrow. "Are you okay?"
He nods, but it's clear he isn't okay.

You don't know why, but you feel the need to help him. You take a few steps towards him and he grabs your shoulders and shoves you down onto the bed.

You look up at him and he leans in, his face nearly touching yours. You can smell the lust coming off of him in waves. His breathing his heavy and his breath is hot. His chest moves with every breath, and each breath sounds more like a growl.

You look up at his and he still had that same, half-mast gaze he always has, but it seems to radiate a different feeling than normal.

This was a look of desire, but not the kind that comes from being in love. No, this was the kind that comes from a man being in rut.

You push him away. He gets off of you and leans against the wall.
"S-sorry... I'm so sorry... I can't... control..." he groans, slightly rubbing his legs together.

Your stomach feels weird. Did you actually get aroused from that? You press your thighs together. You definitely felt something.

"It's just... so many urges I can't control, and I'm sorry, I can't control myself. I've tried, but I can't!" He says.