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Super Moon (Michael Werewolf smut)

Requested by marta_me I have never written smut before, so so I'm sorry if this sucks.

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Sitting on my king sized bed, I stare anxiously at my phone, waiting for it to ring. For his name to pop up. He said he would call. He always said he would call. I sigh, tears welling up in my eyes. I knew he's no good for me, but my damn emotions get the best of me everytime. Once a month, every month, Michael would come over. Not very many people knew who he really was, who he really, truly was. At first, we would tell every girl he would get with, but each case ened the same. Either laughing or crying. And trust me, not in the good way. My brother was the same way he is. Well, before he died two years ago. When Michael told me one night before we hooked up at some random party I was dragged to by my friends. I saw them. His eyes. His real eyes. A silver type color. He was new to a pack, who's, I don't know. I didn't run. Scream. Laugh. Cry. I kissed him, I kissed him with everything I had. Ever since that night, two days before the full moon he would come over to my place. We would hook up, he would stay the next day to get ready for the night ahead and leave before night fall. That night was 2 years ago. I watched as he grew each time he walked in the door. Bigger, taller, stronger. His eyes glow red now. He's the leader of his own pack. I've never met them. I don't know their names. He never even told me that he was. I knew by the color of his eyes a couple months ago. Everytime he walks out the door, he says he'll call me. He doesn't even have my phone number. Sighing, I pick up my phone, looking at it one more time. Wiping away my tears, I get up off the bed, tossing my phone on it. It's around 9 pm. He always comes at 5. He's never this late. Changing into a flannel he left here and some underwear I toss my clothes on some random chair before leaving to room, walking to my door. Before I even could place my hand on the door knob, I hear my phone go off. Hesitantly, I walk over to my bed, picking up my phone.

Unknown Number;

You should learn how to close your curtains.

My head snapped to my window, the abandoned house in my view across from it. Slowly, I walk over to my window, opening it before looking closely into the house. I see two boys that look oddly familiar. If only took me a moment to realize that they went to my school. Annoyed, I I close my window and curtains, closing my eyes. Seconds later, I feel two hands lift my off the ground, placing me on my bed. Before I had the chance to scream, I looked up to see two glowing red eyes. Normally I would wrap my arms around his neck, kissing him with passion while he kisses me back with lust. But tonight was different. I couldn't put myself through the pain of watching him leave out the door the next day again. I sat up, pulling my knees to my face.

"Michael, I think you should leave" I say, looking him in the eyes, now emerald green. I was beyond determined to remain as strong as I can, not letting my emotions get the best of me.

"Why, I just got here babe" he plops down next to me, caressing my thigh.

"That's the thing Michael. I'm not your 'babe'. I never was and I'll never will be"

"What's wrong" Concern laced across his face.

"Michael, I'm tired of this, of 'us'. Look, I know you're a great guy, and amazing in bed, but I can't do this. Our monthly hookups prevent me from having a real relationship. And Michael, I have feelings for you. I feel in fucking love with you, and I know that relationships aren't your thing, but they're mine. I want a family, a husband, kids. And I know that I can't have that with you. And every goddamn month I try to forget about my feelings for you, and every time you come back the feelings resurface. And I can't put myself through this again Michael. So please, if you don't want me to be your girlfriend, just walk out the fucking door." I ramble, leaping off the bed. Michael sits there on the edge of the bed, shocked. His jaw tightens, any emotions he has were masked. An empty feeling takes over by the silence. I don't know his answer, but I do at the same time. With tears streaming down my face, I walk towards my bedroom door, opening it, waiting to see his reaction. Less than two seconds later, he stands, slowly walking over. My heart plummets to the bottom of my stomach. My head ducks down low, tears pooling down by my feet. I planned it all out in my head. Him walking past me, telling me that he would never love me. He would begin his transformation and leave me for the rest of his pack. He would tell them, they would laugh, and on the night of the full moon, they'll all decide pay a little visit to my house. And who the hell knows what they'll do after that. And I don't want to. I was in such deep thought that I didn't notice Michael standing in front of me, not moving as his eyes settle on me. Putting his finger on my chin, he lifts my head making me look into his eyes. I can see it. He's already fighting the transformation. His eyes switching from a murky red to green. I almost forgot. This year's a super moon. His urges and transformation would be almost 2 times faster and stronger. Without saying a word, his lips fall on mine. All of my anger from before was long forgotten when I pulled him close, kissing him with all I had. We're both two broken shards of glass trying to fit as one. Closing the door, he immediately wraps his arms around my waist, pulling me in closer, deepening the kiss. His hand slips under my shirt, his cold hands making me gasp. He took the chance to slip this tongue into my mouth, easily winning dominance. I play with the small hairs on the nape of his neck. He begins to back up, my feet touching the back of my bed. I slowly lay down, my back flat against the bed. He pushed my shirt up, revealing my beige bra. I wrap my legs around his waist as he removes my shirt, his soon following after. He moves from my mouth to slowly kissing down my neck, soon finding my sweet spot. With every kiss escapes a small moan, michael smirking on my neck. As he kisses my neck, his hands undo the button on my pants, pulling them down, leaving me in my bra and underwear. He kissed down the valley between my boobs, making his way down slowly. He stops, lightly breathing on my core, his cold breath making me shiver. Slowly, he pulls down my underwear with his teeth, soon kitten licking my clit.

"Oh god-fuck, Michael" I moan, his tongue dipping in and out of me. He sucked on my clit, driving two fingers in without warning.

"OH MY GOD, MICHAEL!" I scream, pleasure taking over me.

"Umm, thats right baby, scream my name" He hums, a familiar knot forming in my lower abdomen. I look into his now glowing red eyes, some of his teeth longer than before.

"M-michael, I'm n-not going to l-last m-much longer-r" I manage to get out, arching my back. There's a sudden loss of contact, making me whine.

"What the fuck Michael?" I angrily said, sitting up to see him taking a step back, taking off his pants and boxers, a condom at hand. I watch as his huge length springs free, lightly hitting his abdomen. He quickly rolls on the condom before jumping ontop of me, his tip lightly brushing my core, making me buck up my hips, desperate for some friction.

"Michael please," I whine. He wastes no time plunging into me with no warning for the second time today. I arched my back, moaning at the new feeling. Pounding me, I could hear low grunts and moans along with a string of curse word and my name mixed in.

"F-faster" I moan. He obeys, and pounds faster and harder. A knot forms in my lower abdomen, knowing that I wasn't going to last much longer as my second orgasam quickly approches. Michael leaves wet kisses along my neck, sucking hard, sure to make mars that would be a bitch to hide tomorrow. I can feel my walls clenching around him, then relaxing.

"Ugh, do that again" He grunts. I do as told, and clench around him again, causing him to mix curse words and my name together.

"MICHAEL, I'M GOING TO CUM!" I scream, barely holding on.

"Let go baby" He whispers in my ear, driving me over the edge, my walls clenching around him one last time before cumming. Hard. Right after, Michael releases into the condom, riding out our highs. With a few sloppy thrusts, he pulls out, pulling up the covers.

"I'm sorry" He mumbles. Picking my head up to face him, I finally notice his tears.

"What?"

"I'm sorry. For what I've done. Only coming once a month. Using you-your body. Promising you call you when you and I both know I don't have your fucking number. I'm so sorry. It that, you're the only girl I've ever been with that doesn't view me as a monster. But you-you see me for who I really am. And I took that for granted. I didn't know how to cope with my feelings for you. I was scared that you didn't feel the same, and you would leave. And I'd be alone again. And I didn't want to risk it. When you told me how you feel, at first I didn't know what to do. But now-" I cut him off with a small kiss on the lips. Soft and passionate.

"I know Michael. Now you need to rest tonight and part of tomorrow. You have a big night ahead of you."~

I am so sorry if this is shitty, I've never written smut before (or at least as far as I remember) and I really did try to make this good and interesting. This is the longest preference I've ever written, but I really hope you like it! <3