‘Is He Human, does it Matter?’
Summary- summer break rolls around and your new neighbor, whom you loath for no real reason ruins an already bad day. Leading to a frustrated midnight walk.., one about to go very wrong.., or right?
Warnings- f!reader, loser!reader, cuts from claws, biting, clit sucking, pussy eating, mud, knotting, rut, breeding season, grunts and growls, howls, finger gagging,creaming, squirting (very little), monster cock???, cnc (kinda.., he’s a wolf guys idk),fluff, loser x popular jock sweetheart dynamic.porn with plot!
Notes- I was searching and searching, unable to find a beast focused werewolf Michael fic I took matters into my own hands! Thank you editors who be working hard leaving me inspired.
Summer started as it always did, not too hot yet particularly muggy. The kinda humid that made shirts cling to backs and left a familiar smell in the air. When it wasn’t humid it was raining, leaving thick dirt muddied and washing away little prints left behind by all sorts of Garry, Indianas creatures.
That’s all come to explain why you’d even gotten into this mess, the lower hems of your jeans all muddied, even worst it was thick and clinging to your shoes. Instead of leaving your own tracks you took clumps of earth with you for every step. Nothing spelled summer break like heavy humid rain and mud so thick your mama wouldn’t let you inside.
This day couldn’t get any worst, ofocuse the earth then seemed to test you, as just a few houses down you heard that unnervingly melodic laugh, Michael Jackson, the third youngest of the Jackson family and his reputation at school for being such a sweetheart, even the meanest teachers seemed to blossom under his godly rays. You though, had only spoken to him once.
Way back in fall, beginning of the school year his grace had fallen soon you,
“…hey.., I’m sorry.., but I’ve forgotten a pencil.., have you got any I could borrow?”
Michel spoke, it was so unlike his jockish appearance, with the thick letterman jacket, juicy curls and thick dark wash denim jeans belted at the waist. The biggest killer of all was his smile, teeth pearls a of white it almost had you blinded.
For a moment you were silent, frozen while he had giggled seeming to find you sudden fluster rather adorible. Without even getting a word out you handed him one of those good pencils, the fancy ones that wrote real smooth.
With a soft scoff of unearned spite you turned your head away, sitting on your porch and shaking off that terribly embarrassing memory. Pathetic. Was all you though while reaching for a rock to scrape the caked mud off your shoes worn soles. How could he, honestly. How’s it possible for a guy to look like that, talk like him, and even be so nice he’s impossible to hate. The very idea of Michael made your stomach prickle with that feeling you chose to describe as annoyance.
Another string of giggles had reached your porch, the clink of chainmain fence rattled as he settled his hands against it. Before something truly terrible happened, he said your name. It was so soft and melodic your head whipped over, brows scrunched and an unintentional scowl. His smile though never faltered, nor did his grip on your fence.
“…Michael…”, you muttered in acknowledgement, eyes darting away paused mid scrape and fingers dirtied by mud. He laughed, like the ball of sunshine he was waving from his side of the yard. The sight sent a shiver down your spine, another scoff leaving your lips, the grease in your hair starting to itch making your shoulders hunch in sudden realization. Wearing clothes from a week ago and smelling of BO, before he could get another word out you rushed inside, cheeks red with embarrassment and lips twisted into a scowl for how he made your heart race.
“Stupid, that asshole and his stupid face.”, you muttered shoes left on the porch and jeans shed off into a muddy corner. Ignoring your moms yells from the kitchen and the image of Michael’s face in mind.
That night, filled with annoyance and the inability to sleep even after multiple embarrassingly long diary rants about Michael. You’d had enough, fingers wrapped tight around a small flashlight and the other braced at your small windocell. With a quiet grunt and heavy thud your sneakers hit the ground.
The moon outside shone bright over your backyard, grass thick and clouds partially obscuring the moons perky essence from fully claiming you. The mud by now had settled, though with the sun down the air carried a chill, and the rustle of wind through leaves sent an eerie chill down your spine. After a few moments of gathering your composure you began to walk, leaving shoe prints behind while heading to the more secluded end of your yard.
With a soft huff your gaze slowly sank down, head tilting when the moon illuminated the prints in the softened ground. The were rounded resembling a dog?.., no, these were bigger.., bigger than any dogs could be. A slow shiver ran down your spine, shoulders shifting up to whisper against your ears. The tracks continued, each print a gait to wide to be any local animal, yet even as your heart thudded and all logic told you to run. That ache to find something no one else had settled heavy enough to drag you near.
A low growl resonated, rough almost desperate sounding, sending sharp spikes of panic to your guts meanwhile your heart had already sunk into a shallow grave beneath your ribs. With slow steady steps you followed the tracks, every step making you tremble and the flashlight you’d forgotten you had trembling in hand.
The tracks lead nowhere, seeming to disappear the second you reached the thick trunk of an oak tree. Your breaths remained scattered and heart remained thudded so heavily. Everything seemed to freeze for a cold moment, the world stilled and air frozen.
In the time it took to blink it pounced, the creature growled, thick and wet the sound molasses against its tongue. Paws landed thick and heavy against your wrist while claws pricked at your skin drawing blood. A panicked gasp ripped brutally from your throat, leaves on the beasts thick fur sunk down to the ground, your back all muddied. The position leaving all hopes of resistance an after thought.
“What the fuck-?”, you exclaimed about to scream before the beast shoved its snout against the crook of your neck, low growls rumbling against your skin while tears prickled the corners of your eyes. “Please- please don’t hurt me-“, your voice croaked eyes wide, glasses askew and fogged with the creatures hot heavy breaths.
It let out soft growls, heavy and unintelligible as if it tried to speak but its thick werewolf tongue couldn’t form the words the way humans could. It’s claws began to run down, tearing and snapping fabric into shreds the edges frayed the heavy heaves of your own chest made them shift. The beast could sense it, the fear, the warmth blooming between you thighs. Every scent it seemed to catch.
“More.., need more.”, I growled, the wolf moon drunk and drooling into the crook of your neck, tongue laving over the rapid pulse thumping through your arterial wall. “Wha- the hell are you doing?”, your voice croaked breathlessly trying to sound strong while lines of red bloomed under each claws drag, tugging at the denim of your shorts, the sticky mud sliding down your spine to make a mess of your panties.
Your eyes widened further, heart thudding and back arching at the icky feeling of mud along your thighs. The beast though had its mind on other things, its snout sniffing and huffing its way down between your thighs, those razor sharp teeth nipping and tearing the crotch of your underwear open, your hands dug at the mud slipping and sliding while trying to crawl away. The beast growled louder, claws digging into your thighs to hold them open leaving sharp punctures along the tender skin.
A pained cry shot out of your lips, loud enough to garner attention which the beast seemed to realize. “Quiet..”, it huffed against your exposed folds, a clawed hand ripping free from your thigh to slide up your chest, grazing nipples, before his fingers sank into your mouth pressing against your tongue just to make you drool. A sharp spike of pleasure shot down between your thighs. The beast had already begun to feast, lapping with its broad rough tongue, consuming like it’d been starved, growls and whines left its greedy maw.
Your lips closed around the furred fingers, tongue pressing against the rough pads of its fingers, sucking the appendages into your mouth to quiet down moans. The beast's tongue pressed against your clit, its snout pressing against your mound before it began to suckle, tongue flicking and growls sending vibrations deeper into your core.
Your breaths stuttered heart racing and fingers gripping the thick fur. Never being touched before, and much less by a creature like this had you all trembling, driven into oversensitivity by a beast's feverish slurps. Your eyes practically rolled back into your head, about to rise into a boil before the beast pulled back with a slick smack and wet growl. Sniffing its way all the way up to your neck.
“Why- don’t stop-..”, the words left your lips without thinking, laying edged and aching under a monster all muddied and clothes torn to shreds, blood prickling at the cuts. Yet still under that a perverse needy ache flooded your gut. A gasp left your lips once the beast shifted. The creature's massive frame loomed over you, arms wrapping around your body cradling you and beginning to rut its dick against you.
The creature growled, struggling to align its dick yet, refusing to move a clawed hand from your body to fix it. Your hand slid down, eyes wide when your fingers met the head,the velvety skin slid and leaked precum so heavily getting a good grip was almost impossible. Soft shallow gasps left your lips when he finally pushed in? The stretch aching, sending a sob past your lips even as the masochistic pleasure rose. Your fingers gripped the fur tighter, his name falling without even meaning to. “Michel.”, rasped and fallen from between your lips.
The beast paused, its ears flickering forward toward the sound. It sniffed harder at your neck, silently searching with claws digging in possessively. In its primal state, clouded with the need to breed Michael awoke, peeking through by whispering your name, jumbled though sharp teeth. His hips jolted harder, the knot at the base of his cock pressing against your clit while he struggled to not just shove it all in.
Before you could even question the beast his hips began to rut, sliding in and down with heavy thrust, the head of his cock pushing and punching against your cervix, the pleasure making you squirm at how sensitive it made your body feel. Your eyes went wide before fluttering. Michel's clawed hand slid under your hips, hand pushing your ass while his hips angled to thrust against that sweet spot.
Moans tore through the dark night, foggy while the moonlight illuminated your stage. “Oh god- Michael you're a beast.., are y-you even human?!”, you managed to hiccup out, thighs spread wide and Michael's beastly form rutting with one goal in mind. The harder he rutted the more his rut eased, the easier it was for him to think clearly. “Does it matter?”, he rasped in that low rumble, nothing like the warm embrace of a tone he carried in human form.
His clawed hand slid up your spine to the back of your head,his fingers clawing into the strands. His arms shifted into carrying your limp form at just the right angle. The angle so close your release was already incoming. Pussy begins to cream a thick ring around the base, bunching up against the knot of his cock leaving a thick ring.
“Let me in.., let me haunt you..”, his voice rang against your skin. With his words flooding your being, your body quivered, “you’ll get me in trouble, you can’t, can’t finish inside Michael.”, your voice spilled out in a rush body lifted into a sick ecstasy as a soft gush splashed against his wolfish pelvis, the inner muscles of your pussy contracting into pure bliss.
In your daze Michel took his moment, his knot shoving in deep as he could, locking himself inside you with a howl toward the moon, your head cradled against your chest. His cum shot in ropes, stuffing you full while he began to move. His strong hind legs propelling him deeper into the forest, “kidnapper..”, you managed to breath out, the breeze of being naked hardly affecting you as his thick fur kept you both warm.
His growl softened into a low rumble, “Keeping you safe..”, was his reply, or what you could understand from the mumbled growls and grunts. The mud on your skin lay forgotten, even as he slid into a cave laying on his back and his knot still keeping you both connected.
Even as you tried to remain aware, your eyelids sunk down heavy, laying on top of him as he laid back, holding you close. Finally out of the moon's light his body slowly began to revert, first came his voice. “Such a beautiful thing.”, he murmured, then came his fingers, the sharp claws softened into dull tips. “….Michael.., what the hell was that?”, was the first thing you could think of asking. He didn’t even hesitate to reply, claiming he had no idea.., that it had never happened before. In the soothing warmth you chose to believe it because it.., despite the warmth of a perfectly arranged cave speaking otherwise.
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