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TAGS: １８＋﹙𝓶𝓭𝓷𝓲 .ᐟ﹚, '82!michael, black fem!reader, slight gore, monster fucker smut, cunnilingus, overstimulation, dubcon, slight dehumanization, scent kink, implied breeding, werecat!Michael thinks like an animal, he has a huge dick obviously, you're scared at first but you like it when he starts eating you out, yes I'm calling him a werecat because he's more cat-looking than a traditional werewolf, he has whiskers too so of course he's a cat, why is there such a lack of monster fucker smut about werecat!Michael, that should be illegal, etc etc. . .
wc: 1936 ⊹ ࣪ ˖
author's note - okay, TECHNICALLY, i already made this fic and it was ola x michael, but i wanted to make an x reader version for those who would probably prefer it. also, this is slightly rewritten to be more horror-ish, so be warned.
Michael didn't fully register the exact moment when everything had gone wrong.
All he remembers is that one second, he'd been trying to confess his deepest, darkest secret to you, and the next─his spine arches backward with a sickening, wet crack. He drops to his knees with a howl of pain before the words can even come, clutching his stomach as his body seizes violently. His limbs jerk around in unnatural, jagged angles right before your terrified, confused eyes.
"Oh my god─!" You gasp, stumbling forward, reaching for him instinctively. "Michael? Are you alright?!"
"Get away!" He snaps, his jaw dislocating with a deafening pop, the muscle and skin giving and stretching taut as a feline snout forces its way out from beneath his human face. His face has half-metamorphisized into that of a somewhat grotesque, cat-like creature. His lips have thinned, pulled back over razor-sharp fangs. His tongue, thickened and impossibly longer, rolls out over them briefly. His eyes, once a beautiful deep brown, are now an abrasively bright, feral yellow with pupils that have contracted into needle-thin slits.
The sight is enough to send you recoiling backward, before you freeze in place, only able to scream as you witness his horrific transformation. Mixing with your screams are the agonized, choking wails falling from his lips, slowly melting into a monstrous, blood-curdling roar as the beast within him claws its way out of his skin.
By the time that your body finally catches up to your mind and your legs jerk you backward into a frightened sprint, it's too late. Michael's mind is no longer his own, his transformation was complete.
A vibrating purr rattles deep in his throat as he locks his glowing, slit-pupiled eyes onto your retreating form. The concept of you being his 'girlfriend' or his 'equal' no longer exists.
No, no, you are now far less than that.
You are his prey, nothing more than a piece of meat.
Yet, deep within the dark recesses of the creature's mind, buried under miles of ferality, a fractured remnant of the human in his consciousness feebly tries to resist. No—not her! Please, God, anyone but her!
But even that thought dissolves, consumed by his hot, blinding instinct, screaming at him to chase.
Dropping to all fours, the creature's spine ripples fluidly as he launches himself forward. His massive, padded paws eating up the earth in razor-sharp hooks that gouge deep trenches into the soil as he hunts with no relent.
The beast thrills at the chase. Oh, he loves when his prey runs. Running means your fragile little heart was pumping furiously, ensuring the blood will be boiling and sweet when he finally tears open your hroat. Running means adrenaline, and adrenaline marinates the flesh, which makes for his prey tasting as fresh as a spring breeze.
You are quick for a hairless, soft-skinned thing, but not quick enough. The creature's vision shifts, tunneling entirely onto the frantic movements of your body darting through the trees.
He can hear the desperate thump-thump-thump of your pulse echoing like a drum in his tufted ears.
You didn't even hear when his body left the ground. There is only a sudden, violent gush of wind, and your smaller frame becomes shrouded in a looming shadow.
Then─ a sudden, sickening impact.
The sheer force of the beast slamming into you knocks the scream straight out of your lungs. You gasp in shock as his heavy, sickle-shaped claws punch straight through the fabric of your shirt, pinning you by the shoulders until you're locked flush against the soil. You writhe in terror, kicking frantically, but the monster’s sheer mass made makes your struggles feel as pathetic as a little mouse caught under a cat's grasp.
The beast shifts his weight, the joints in his jaw popping wetly as he opens his maw wider, the fur of his snout brushing against your hair as it searches for the soft, pulsating artery at your throat.
One bite, one crunch, and this babbling, soft-skinned creature's spine will snap.
He breathes in deeply, and pauses when he catches a... different scent. His head tilts in dangrous curiosity, the scent cutting through his animalistic haze like a blade.
The scent was coming from between your legs... something wet, sweet, and 𝘳𝘪𝘱𝘦.
His nostrils flare as he lowers his massive head, shoving his snout between your trembling thighs, ignoring your weak whimpers and pleas─"W-wait, please don't hurt me, please!"─to live. He inhales, dragging the mouth-watering scent of you into the roof of his mouth until he can taste you on the very his tongue.
The answer registers in his mind: his prey is 𝘧𝘦𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘦. A very, 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 ready female. Your body is preparing itself to be mounted by that of a male. That male being him, the same beast who mistook you for nothing but a meal just seconds ago.
His hunger for the prey's flesh is now fully redirected onto this new, enticing variable. His cock begins to swell, the muscle filling with his arousal until it reached its fullest capacity. The shining pink flesh pushes out of its sheath, heavy and subtly throbbing against the confines of his pesky jeans.
The beast lets out a gutteral snarl, claws digging deeper into the soil, his hips jerking forward twice in evident need, eliciting hitched gasps from your lips. He needs to fill you, he needs to mate with you so thoroughly that no other male can ever touch her.
His claws, still out, scraped the dirt on either side of your head. It's then that he fixates on just how small you are beneath him. So delicate compared to him, so easy to break.
You are no longer screaming, just waiting for him to finish you off. Your chest is rising and falling in panicked breaths, your fear-clouded eyes staring up at him in confusion.
He drops his head down again, shoving his snout between your legs once more with one goal in mind. The fabrics covering you irritated him. Dead things, wrapped around his mate's skin. Why? You're skin is right there, but hidden from him. As if he doesn't already have the right to every single inch of you.
He hooks a claw into the hem of your skirt and pulls.
The fabric tears like wet paper, but it only reveals more fabric underneath. An annoyed growl rumbles deep in his chest as he rips the lacey white strip of fabric off too, carelessly. The scent is stronger without the pesky layers, flooding his senses and making a pearl of pre-cum dribble out of his cockhead's slit.
He eagerly drags the flat of his long, thick tongue alllll the way up from your swollen lips up to your aching clit. The sound you make in response is a high, broken keen, your hips bucking against his face despite yourself. The taste of your essence explodes on his tongue, slick as caramel and sweet as honey, drawing a pleased hum out of him.
His massive jaws part wider, careful not to graze your fragile skin with his fangs as he presses his snout deeper into the warmth between your thighs. You are trembling so violently beneath him, your small hands pushing weakly at his strong shoulders. Yet, your desperate little moans only serve to spur him on.
He needs more.
He drags his tongue along the slick lips of your entrance again, lapping up the wetness that coats your pussy. Michael savors the taste of you, while you squirm and quietly squeal from the sensation.
The moonlight filters through the trees, bathing the both of you in a stunning, winkling silver, and it only serves to further fuel the beast within him. His paws keep your hips down, claws digging into the earthy soil to keep you spread open for him. The mere sight of your leaking pussy being so beautifully highlighted by the silver shade elicits a deep, possessive groan from the creature.
His hot breath huffs over your clit as he licks deeper, probing at your entrance with the tip of his tongue, feeling your gummy walls clench around the intrusion. "Haa..!" You gasp sharply, legs kicking futilely against his sides, but he wouldn't relent.
He continues to lap at you, circling your swollen clit with broad strokes, before flicking it sharply to draw out those broken, delicious moans. The vibration of his growl rumbles through his chest and into your core. He feels your pussy flutter around the thick muscle of his tongue as the first orgasm ripples through you─your juices squirting onto his tongue uncontrollably. He drinks your essence in greedily, his confined cock still aching. Paining and desperate to plunge into you.
Your cries turn into desperate sobs as he didn't stop. His tongue keeps delving back in without pause, lapping at your oversensitive folds while you thrash beneath his weight, hands pushing at his head. "S-stop, ohhh Gooooood, it's too much ─"
Not that he even fully understands what you are saying to him in this transformed state.
All that Michael can register is how her body yields underneath him, the feeling your oussy pulsing and squeezing around his tongue as he pumped in and out, and the obscenely wet squelching sounds it echoing through the quiet forest.
Michael curls his tongue again, scraping against that sensitive spot inside of you, feeling the way your thighs clamp around his head instinctively. Your second orgasm builds quickly, your hips grinding against his snout in desperate, aborted thrusts.
When you finally reach your peak for the second time, a sob of ecstasy tears itself out of your throat as your body convulses under his firm grip and that merciless tongue. He doesn't let you move too much, ensuring you take every lick, until you can't anymore.
.
.
.
A few minutes later...
He loses count after the fifth or sixth time. Maybe the tenth. Your once loud cries have gone soft and hoarse, your body now more still and pliant. Though of course, your hips still jerk forward slightly when he finds a new spot to lick, or a new angle to try.
When yet another orgasm comes to you in shuddering waves that left you utterly boneless, Michael finally pulls back, his tongue withdrawing from your puffy cunt with a wet pop, thin strings of your cum still connecting to his maw. Purring and pleased with how thoroughly he consumed the sweet essence of his mate, Michael licks his chops in contentment.
He crawls up your body until the two of you were face to face, before he licks your cheek, slow and gentle, from your jaw to your temple. You groan in a mixture of bewilderment and shuddering discomfort at the shiny trail of saliva his tongue leaves on your cheek, which was followed by a delirious, almost amused giggle.
"You're... you're purrin'." You whisper, as if you can't believe it.
"...That was... that wasn't too bad." You murmur into his fur as he nuzzles you. It was far from bad... it felt─
Then he grinds into you, reminding you or the presence of his painfully hard cock. You gasp again, your wide eyes finally traveling down his body... riiiightttt down to the monster cock still trapped in his jeans, soaking up his jeans with pre-cum. Understanding dawns on your face as he keeps jerking his hips insistently. There is no doubt about it, you know exactly what he really needs now.
"Oh..."
He licks the salty sweat from your neck, and purrs again.
This is going to be a very, 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 long night.
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