AHHH OMG THAT STORY FOR “His little kitten” I LOVED IT, I MEAN YOUR SO ABSOLUTELY AMAZING AT WRITING!
PLEASE, PLEASE, CONTINUE IT, IM LITERALLY BEGGING!! 🧎♀️😭
Maybe something along the lines of we come home after a stressful day at work and decide to go full on dress up as a cat for RZ Michael. Omg it’d be so cute and if you don’t mind NSFW.
}Hi! Yeah, sorry for taking so, SO long with it, but my life got pretty messed up but… I never forgot about it and the other asks. Please, I hope you enjoy it!🌹
•Warning: Smut, agnst, mentions of killing (lightly), +18 (minors dni), finger teasing, a bit of fluff (a bit), female reader, unprotected sex, bread kink.
Part 1 • Part 2 (His Possession)
What a day.
You loved your job, but some days, it was just so exhaustive. Indecisive people or people who end up not buying anything, others ignorant and difficult to deal with, others who treated you as if you were nobody and didn't understand anything about the business…
But at least you were finally home.
You could take a long bath in your tub, wear your most comfy pajamas and cuddle with Michael.
Oh, Michael. You almost forgot.
You yell from the entrance, letting him know of your presence. Normally just opening the door he knew you arrived home, greeting you and standing on the stairs.
You take off your shoes, keeping only your socks on and you start walking around the house looking for Michael, not finding him in the living room or the kitchen.
Maybe He is upstairs?
With that thought, you made your way to your bedroom, not finding him there either.
A shiver runs down his spine, imagining him killing someone. You had already talked with Michael about his “hobby”, trying to convince him to kill only the people who deserved it, after all, as you saw Chucky say in a movie: there are people who really deserve to die.
After much persuasion, and favors, Michael agreed to your request, just looking for victims who truly deserved the fate of the boogeyman's blade.
You shrug your shoulders, forgetting about it now and taking off your clothes, just wanting your bath and relax from this day. Walking towards your bathroom, you turn the faucet, letting the water fall into the tub. With your hand you feel the hot water. Just how you like it.
You enter the tub, letting your body rest and a sigh escape from your lips, feeling the warm water embracing you.
Washing your body, you just can think about the last time Michael did share a bath here, when you could convince him to. How his massive body did embrace yours, almost not fitting in the tub. The water escaping with every trust of his hips…
He was a possessive man, kinda aggressive, but that’s how he is. Wasn’t his fault. With some research, you’ve found everything about his childhood, his forced treatment…
”Poor child” you thought. And living with him, day by day, you met the man with a boy in his cold heart, that melted little by little with your smile and warmth.
Lost in thoughts, you did remind of that day you arrived home with cat ears. Something different, but wasn’t your intention, you didn’t even knew that Michael would be so obsessed with that. The way he stared at you, marked your skin that night… You could feel goosebumps run through your skin just with the memories, biting your lip when an idea pops into your mind.
You wanted to feel the man that way again, so animalistic. And that’s why you bought something special last week when Michael was out hunting again.
After finishing cleaning your skin, you get up, letting the water run, drying the tub while you grab a towel to dry your body and hair.
You walk towards your room again and to your wardrobe, opening it and searching deeply on it for something specific, finding the black medium box. Carrying it, you put the box on your bed, opening and revealing the full cat costume you did buy and hide from your partner.
— Ah, yes. Let’s see what Michael thinks about it…
The towel fell on the floor from your body with you starting to wear the costume piece by piece and going to take a look at yourself in front of the mirror beside your bed.
It did fit perfectly in your curves and a smile grows in your lips when you realize it.
Wasn't everytime you had the courage to wear something like that, but Michael, with the passion he seemed to show you, the want to try and tease for him just growth.
— Now all I have to do is comb my hair and I'll be ready.
The large and tall figure finds it's way to the house, entering and finding the same perfect silence of when he left. But something different did caught his eye. Her shoes and coat were in the entrance, finding out that his partner was finally home.
He could feel his cold blood slowly heat at the discovery, lightly tightening his grip on the hilt of his bloody knife, starting to walk again, looking around for you.
No signal of you downstairs so you probably were in your bedroom, reading a book as usual or just taking a nap from your day at work.
He couldn't wait to see her. His obsession. So he immediately makes his way towards the stairs, climbing calmly and silently, even though he's anxious inside. Michael was a patient man, he knew exactly the perfect time to strike even after long days of stalking his potential victim.
With his silent footsteps, and long breaths, he finally finds the door to the main bedroom of the house, opening it slowly and running his gaze around the room. The clothes strewn across the floor catch his eye before she finally lifts her masked face to the bed, finally finding you there, lying invitingly and dressed in those clothes.
She did it again.
— Oh, Michael! Welcome home.
You say with a smile on your face, crawling across the mattress only to sit on the edge and cross your legs.
— I missed you. Come here!
With your arms outstretched you call out to him, seeing his tall figure somewhat tense and his strong grip on the knife, as if he were holding back while he watched your body in those small pieces of clothing through the dark holes in the mask. Your skin burned from just that.
They were so small that almost couldn’t cover that precious parts of you that should be covered, and for him only to see.
And here were you two.
You asked when he just stood there, watching and holding the bloody knife.
He seemed to be thinking about something. To do something or just about how to start something. Usually, the heat of the hunt always guides him to grab your body wherever you were and claim you, just to dissipate all those feelings. That heat of being the predator, and you were just another prey.
The most valuable prey, his reward.
And then, the figure finally moved, walking to you slowly and without any sign of rush, just analysing your tiny little body, in comparison to his, almost fully undressed for him. There.
On that bed.
He finally reached you, starting your heavy breathing escaping from your lips and your breasts going up and down from that angle, analysing the beautiful and submissive look on your face.
All his.
His left hand found it's way to your face, slowly caressing his big calloused fingers to your cheek as he continues to go down to your neck. You were so hypnotized by his presence and the figure of his mask that you didn't notice the strong grip on the back of your neck, making you gasp as he pulled your hair.
— M-Michael..? What? Y-You didn't like the costume?
You asked finally, wanted to know his mysterious thoughts for the first time, feeling your cheeks burn as he watched you before finally approaching his face from your, and slowly to your neck. You could listen to his loud heavy breath perfectly by the close distance now, and how he smelled your skin, making you shiver in pleasure.
He was analyzing you.
He was curious about the motive you were dressed like that again. Michael couldn't understand what you wanted, but he hadn't disliked what you did bring to him.
Quite the opposite.
You were different from everything he has seen in his life. Anything you did amazed him in ways himself did not understand.
But Michael knew one thing.
You felt your body slammed against the mattress just by his strong grip as the man placed his knife on the edge, letting you there.
With his calm movements he approached you again, covering your body with his now and grabbing both your wrists, squeezing them on either side of your body and pinning them there before pressing you down with his weight. Michael went back to burying his face in your neck, smelling the scent of your skin that only made him grunt behind the mask and press it lips there, as if kissing you.
— Oh, I see… You like it.
Michael backed away and tilted his head to the side, making your body pulse as you felt the volume on his pants against you meanwhile you tried to keep the eye contact.
You whimpered as he hold both your hands together with his left one, over your head, as the right started to touch your skin.
He slowly slides his fingers between your breasts and around now, teasing you before using them to press your nipple marked on the costume, pulsing when you moaned his name.
He knew your body like his own hand, just by watching your reactions all this time.
That's why he just kept going, feeling the curve of your waist and tightening his touch, grabbing your leg to open you more for himself.
And the smell, ah, that sweet smell with the vision of your panties wet, showing how much you desired this without the need to say something.
— Y-Yes, I was waiting you…
You said, making him look at you again as you opened more your legs for him to watch you more and better. You loved this side of him. You knew it's was his aspect, how he used to act and know things about you that even you did not know, that always surprised you.
He has looked at your body one last time before squeezing your waist and slide his fingers to your panties, feeling the sensation of the fabric and the details there against his hand before pulling it. Surprised, you moan with the sensation of the fabric being torn against your sensitive skin, another consequence of the ecstasy.
Michael had that singular power against you. Always making your heart beat faster, curious of what he could do next or just the way he showed his sweet side (with the mysterious gifts he did bring to you), or what he was thinking meanwhile watching you or how your skin seemed to burn with his touches. His heavy breath and muscular body, his strong grip that could break you easily, but just used to keep you there, for him.
His fingers found your pulsing core, touching your sensitive and aroused point that always called his attention, grunting behind the mask as he could listen your sweet moans again, encouraging him to continue exploring your pussy with his big calloused fingers.
— Y-You… You, Michael. Your kitten wants you…
You begged with your panting voice, knowing that he liked when you did beg. And wasting no time, he used both hand to take your panties, seem you relax before grabbing your wrists and tying them together over your head with the fabric, keeping you pinned so he could unzip the jumpsuit. Exposing his muscular, scarred body to you, making you shiver at the very sight.
You never got tired of seeing him reveal himself like that.
With his left hand at your waist, he finally took his massive cock in his right hand, showing you how he was for just smelling your perfume and seeing you dressed like that. A pure vision of redemption for him while he could barely contain himself from corrupting you.
His tip teased you as he approached your bodies again, wanting to listen and see your face closer as he slided his member to your wet entrance. And with a single trust, he invaded your warm and wet embrace, grunting as you moaned satisfied. Feeling every inch of him inside of you, filling you, and his pulsating veins.
You had no time to adjust to his size as he grabbed your leg and started moving his hips against you, slowly. You noticed when he closed his eyes by the light of the room, enjoying the sensations of being inside of you, making you tremble in pleasure and scream of surprise.
He felt it, looking back at you instantaneously with the feeling, knowing you too damn well.
Michael seemed curious tonight, as the first time you wore something like that.
His eyes couldn’t stop to explore your figure with that costume. The fluffy ears, your hair and the costume bra hugging your skin tightly, letting your breasts to jump a little with every single move of his.
You looked stunning for him.
Delicious.
Sweet as you’ve always been.
And he just wanted more and more to consume you entirely.
He focused his slow, but intense, trusts to just feel you clenching around him as your cunt fought to adjust and embrace him as best as your body could so abruptly, feeling his massive member twitching inside of you.
As you could hear a hum from him… as he did enjoy to see you like that. Fighting the feelings inside of you that felt so overwhelming with each trust.
His hips snapped against yours with his single force, causing those sweet and surprised moan that slipped so well from your lips. The force of his movements, his cock hitting your walls and giving delicious chills trough your skin.
The sound of his hums and low groans behind the mask. Everything that he only gave to you.
Things that no one ever heard or felt.
You were his obsession.
The only thing that made his feral desires mix on his mind.
The need. The hunger.
To feel your skin again as his calloused hands tightened while holding you.
The smell that only you had. A parfum that embraced his thoughts. His nerves.
Your face, and how it seemed to change whenever he was around. Of course he knew. By stalking your house whenever he felt bored by not finding the right prey on his hunts.
Michael starting to feel more and more conscious about you. The much the touched and felt you, the more the voice inside of him felt louder and louder.
Mine.
Consume.
Take.
More.
His member pulses against your tight and wet walls that felt more slick as his body was against yours.
The warmth you felt embracing your body as his arms and hands got lost in your curves, exploring as he used to like to do whenever you were together like this.
His left fingers slowly going up to feel the costume’s bra, pushing it more against your skin and sensitive nipple, playing with the sensation of the fabric and your body. Causing you to close your legs around him and vibrate, moaning his name softly. In need.
You only wanted to tease the man.
See what more reactions you could get from the mysterious and famous killer.
And yet, here you was. Again.
Submissive to him. In his hands.
The more reactions you gave to him, more his entire body pulses.
And more he feels the need to push himself against your little cunt, picking up the speed and force he claimed you.
Fucking you as much as his body needed.
His grip tightened against your breast, making you feel the light pleasurable pain in your skin. And inside of you, as well.
His massive form that never felt tired, retreating only to quickly force his way back to you, causing more of the wet songs as waves of pleasure run trough you like a river. Your arms shivering.
There.
When your legs freely hugs his waist and he starts to slam his force against the right spots and you tight even more around his massive cock.
When you feel your brain melting and your moans get louder, you can listen how vocal Michael can get.
Grunts and rough moans escaping from the man above you.
When his eyes drift along your body, entirely, with your warmth involving him.
When you makes him feel sensitive. And makes him almost furious due it.
It’s when his left hand found your neck with anger, his harsh gaze meeting your lost eyes. Your lips parted with the heavy breathing and mixed with your moans and cries from the violent pleasure of him fucking you. With his animalistic side that always drives him.
He needed more.
He wanted more.
He grunts, huffing behind the latex mask as his body hovered your frame, getting his face close to yours only to listen. To absorve more of you, if that was possible.
The warmth of your breasts against his chest, your body moving due his movements, almost making you jump on the mattress.
Your legs felt like jelly as tension and pleasure were mixed, the knot in your belly growing more and more. The feelings overwhelming you and making you loose yourself as tears escaped the corner of your eyes, influencing Michael to only tighten his grip around your neck even more.
You were so close.
You felt so close to your high as much as he pushed and forced your tight walls open, as he hates you.
And he knew it by how your body did tremble below his, with his mouth watering as a carnivore. In delight to make you feel so lost like this.
By using you.
— P-Please… I’m… ‘M so close… I… can’t.
Your voice was a mess as yourself, rocking your hips against his body in a plead. Your breath harder and quick with Michael’s hand not letting go of you, feeling your heartbeats echoing in your ears with force. As you felt hotter.
Michael only stared at you, letting go of your hand to slap your hip before holding it in a bruising way, to make you still for him to continue moving the way he wanted.
Quickly he pulled more of your body against his, your hips lifting a bit in the air only to encounter his harsh deep trusts every time he pushed himself.
Again. And again.
Reaching even deeper inside of you, making your walls clench against his massive rough cock, and vibrate almost desperately. Wanting to milk him.
You felt too weak against this man.
You were nothing compared to his strength and stamina.
You weren’t even able to think anymore, only surrendered by how well he could handle you.
How well he could make you be a mess and loose yourself. Be weak.
And that’s how your high exploded, the knot in your belly reaching its limit as a long moan escaped from your throat.
Michael let himself stop moving for those seconds only to feel you melting around him, his gaze locked in your face as it changed so much in pleasure.
Your lips forming a “O”, your eyes squeezed shut as your back arched and your body shake.
Almost not noticing how he was holding his own breath.
You were like an magnet. In so many ways.
Before your body started to relax, Michael started to move again, easing his grip in your neck only to slowly reach your hair, pulling it against his massive hand.
His hips moved by its own, guided by his feral need to have his release after so much of feeling you.
You moaned tired and surprised by how light you felt and how rough he still could use you, slowly moving your hands to his arms and feeling his muscles flexing.
A loud huff of approval coming from him as you could see Michael closing his eyes.
He seemed to be in a internal fight, lost in it and the madness pleasure and hunger he felt with you.
It was when he breath paused and a loud groan echoed from his throat, long enough to make you have goosebumps, biting your lower lip with the feeling as he trusted his hips against you one last time, with a bruising force that made you moan in surprise. Using your nails against his arms.
You felt his hot release almost exploding deep in your cunt, making your legs tremble in pleasure as you almost could feel yourself cumming again with the sensation. Being filled by Michael’s cum more and more, claimed by the infamous killer again.
His body relaxed and pressed against yours, almost laying against you as both catches the breath.
Not long passes as Michael’s gets up to stare ate you, still breathless.
He stared at you silently before looking up to your messy hair and the cat ears accessory in it. Slowly reaching it with his right hand, feeling the fabric and your hair together.
A smile grow in your lips, letting your hands caress his arms lightly.
You knew Michael almost never did you touch him, but you could abuse in those moments. Even now that he seemed to be analyzing you. Probably still in his high.
Nothing seemed to change the fact that only you affected him the way you did. Don’t mattered how many people he killed or how long he tried to stay away from you, forced by his own desires to stalk you trough your windows and finally enter your house. To meet you.
Always with a bigger hunger than before.
Because you were his.
His need.
Hi! I want to apologize to everyone who did wait for it so long! Thank you for reading and enjoying the other ones I did write, as well! Please, feel free to contact me and I hope to write more in the future! Xoxo!🌹
